THE 

LEXINGTON  COLLECTION, 

3EING  A  SELECTION 

OF 

HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

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HYMN  1.     Common  Metre. 

A  new   Song  to   the  Lamb  that  nva%   slam. 

Rev.  v.6,  8,9,  10,  12. 

1  BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Amidst  his  father's  throne  : 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet* 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  pray'rs  of  all  the  saintSj 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  ; 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  compl  .ints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

*   [Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 
Into  thy  secret  will  ? 
Who  but  the. Son  shall  take  that  book* 
And  open  ev'ry  se  -.!  ? 
A  2 


4  HYMNS  AND 

5  He  shall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deserves  it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  sov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n  and  death,  and  hell  !] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  skin, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  : 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  hast  redeem'd  cur  souls  with  blood 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

S  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  ^race, 
Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 
Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 


HYMN  2.     Common  Metre. 

Submission  to  afflictive  fir  ov  id  enccs.  Job  i.  21. 

I   NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again. 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

3   The  dear  delights  we  here  crj«y, 
And  fondly  call  cur  ownj 


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Are  but  short  favours  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave, 
He  gives  and  (blessed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 

Be  silent  at  his  sov'reign  will, 

And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crowns  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 


HYMN  3.     Common  Metre. 

Th°  inv''a':on  of  the  gospel :  Or,  Sfdrituat 
food  and  cloathing,     Isa.lv.  1,2,  Etc. 

1  LET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 


6  HYMNS  AND 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toy* 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast  ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  1  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Heie  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  leve  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  ownj 

ThatwiU  not  hide  your  sin  : 

7  Come  naked  and  adorn  your  soula 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labors  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  lift  own  blood.] 

8  DearGod!  the  treasure*  of  thy 

Arc  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries 
And  boundless  as  our  tins. 


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9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord  Ave  are  come  to  seek  supplies. 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


HYMN  4.     Short  Metre. 

Trt<?  blessedness  of  gcsfiel  times :  O^,  th* 
revelation  of  Christ  to  Jews  and  Gentiles. 
Isa.  v.  2,  7,8,  9,  10,  Math.  xiii.  16,  17* 

I  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongue^ 

And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

3  How  charming  is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
£t  Zio?),  behold  thy  saviour  King, 

"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for.. 
And  sought,  but  never  iound  1 

4  How  blessed  are  oui  eyes, 
That  see  this  heav'nly  light ; 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long., 
But  dy'd  without  the  sight. 


S  HYMNS  AND 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Thro*  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold, 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  5.     Common  Metre. 
Victory  over  death.     1  Cor.  xv.  55,  &c. 

1  O  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 

To  triumph  o'er  the  monster  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lips  should  sing, 

Where  is  thy  boasted  vict'ry,  grave  ? 
And  where  the  7nonster's  sting  .? 

3  If  sin  be  pardon'd  I'm  secure, 
Death  has  no  sting  beside  ; 

The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  pow'r  ; 
But  Christ  my  ransom  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 

Who  makes  us  coiiqu'rors,  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ  our  living  head. 


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HYMN  6.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  apparel,  viz,  the  robe  of  righteous- 
nes3,  and  garments  of  Salvation.  Isa. 
Ixi.  10. 

1  AWAKE  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue, 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
In  God  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 

Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul. 
And  mide  salvation  mine  ; 

Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 
Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 

He  took  ihe  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  cast  it  ail  around.- 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 
What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 

These  ornaments  how  bright  they  shine  I 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  spiit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 
And  hope  in  ev'ry  grace  ; 

But  Jesus  spent  his  life,  to  work 
The  robe  of  right'ousness. 


i»  HYMNS  AND 

G  Strangely?  my  soul,  art  thou  array'e* 
By  the  gre.it  sacred  Three  ! 

In  sweetest  harmony  and  praise 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 


HYMN  7.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  for   deliverance  cyiswered.     I»a. 
xxvi,  8 — 20 

1  IN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace  ; 
Our  souls  desire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  tho'ts  are  searching,  Lord   for  thee, 
'Mongst    the   black    shades   of  lonesome 

night ; 
My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies. 
Before  the  dawn  restores  the  light 

S  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
'I  he  lender  patience  of  my  God; 
But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  scourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  the  eternal  rends  the  sky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  g^es, 
A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foe*.. 


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I  Come,  children  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
'Till  the  fierce  storm  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  cease. 

6  My  sword  shall  boast  its  thousands  slain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  soft  and  shady  wings. 


HYMN  8.    Long  Metre. 

The  christian  race.  Isa.  xl.  28,  29,   30,  31 

1   AWAKE  our  souls  (away  our  fears, 
Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

i  True  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint* 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply: 


\2  HYMNS  AND 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shaii  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  (rings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly. 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 


HYMN  9.    Short  Metre. 
Preserving  grace.    Jude  24,  25. 

1  TO  God  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death. 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 

DnHemish.'d  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of-his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  gr^ce^ 

And  make  his  wonders  known, 


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&  To  our  redeemer  God 

YV  i  sd  o  m  an  d  p o  w ' r  belongs, 
I  its  n i  o i •  t a  1  crowns  g  f  M  a j e s t y , 
And  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  10    Common  Metre. 

Christ  Jesus  77/.e  Lamb  of  God  war's  hi fified 

by  all  the  creation.     Rev.  v.  11,  12,  13. 

1   COME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues,- 
^   But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

S  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd  they  cry, 
To  he  exalted  thus  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

%  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  giver 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise, 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


U  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  11.  Long  Metre. 
Christ  appearing  to  his  church,  and  seeking 

her  tomfianv*       Solomon's  Song,  ii.  8,  9, 

10,  11,  12/13. 
i   THE  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds 

Over  the  rocks  and  rising  grounds  ; 

O'er  hills  of  guilt  and  seas  of  grief, 

He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 

3  Now  through  the  veil  of  flesh  I  see 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  : 
Now  in  the  gospel's  clearest  glass 
He  shews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

4  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  ; 
Rise,  sai'th  my  Lord,  make  haste  away, 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  stay. 

4  The  Jewish  wint'ry  state  is  gone, 

The  mists  are  fled,  the  spring  comes  on, 
The  sacred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new  the  joyful  year. 

5  Th'  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root 
Blossoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit , 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  taste  the  wine ; 
Our  souls  rejoice  and  bless  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jesus  say, 
Rise  up  my  Love,  make  haste  away  ! 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  windy 
And  leave  all  earthly  love  behind. 


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HYMN  12.    Long  Metre 

The  church  the  gar 

song,  iv.  12,   13.  15,  and  v.  1. 

1  WE  are  a  garden  wali'd  around, 
Chosen  and  made  peculiar  ground, 
A  little  spot ;  inclosed  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wilderness. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  standi 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand, 
And  all  his  springs  in  Sion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

8  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine,  descend  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath* 

4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad* 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  : 
And  faith,  and  love  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

i  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  taste 
His  pleasant  fruits  at  his  own  feast ; 
I  come  my  snouse,  I  covne,  he  cries5 
With  love  and  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

•  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'd  to  smell  our  poor  perfumes, 


16  HYMNS  AND 

Arid  calls  lis  to  a  feast  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine, 

7  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
Theblessings  that  my  father  sends  ; 
Your  taste  shall  ail  my  dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  love. 

8  Jesus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  sing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praise  than  tongue  can 

give.] 

HYMN  13.     Long  Metre. 

An   evening  hymn.     Psalm  iv.  8.  and  iii» 

5,6.  and  cxiii.  8. 

1  THUS  far  the   Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memoiials  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  was*e, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep, 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 


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4  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things 
My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wins:s. 


■&• 


[Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  4 
O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart, 
And  in  the  morniog  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  ofthy  heart, 


S  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come,, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb. 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound.] 

HYMN  H.     Long  Metre. 

God  far  above   creatures  :    Or,  man  vain 
and  mortal.     Job.  iv.  17 — 21. 

1  SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  bloed 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God, 
Shall  mortal  worras  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his. 
Are  neither  holy,  just  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay ! 


i8  HYMNS  AND 

Touch'dby  tlu:  finger  of  thy  wr; 
We  faint  and  vanish  like  the  moth*. 

i  From  night  to  day,  from  fey  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight ; 
Bury'd  in  dust  whole  nations  lie  ; 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

3   Almighty  power  to  thee  we  how. 

How  frail  are  we  !  how  glorious  thou.' 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
"With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN  15.     Long  Metre. 

God  dwells  loith  the  humble  and  fieniten1 

Isa.  Ivii.  15,  16. 

I   THUSWth  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
"  I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

3  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below, 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too  ; 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 


i    I   . ,  lieu  i  contend  against  their  sin, 
i  make  them  know  how  vita  they'veleen; 
But  should  my  wrath  forever  smoke, 
3." heir  sons  would    sink     beneath    my 
stroke." 

5   O  may  thy  pardoning  gracg  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair  and  die  1 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chastening  Jove.] 


HYMN   16.     Long  Metre. 

Life  the  d&y  of  grace  and  kofie.     Eccl.  ix* 
4,5,  6,  10, 

1  LlFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord; 
The  time  t'ensure  the  great  reward, 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn* 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may- 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  : 

Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is   gont) 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown.] 


$0  HYMNS  AND 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun  ] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue,- 
Since  no  divice,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  arc  no  acts  of  pardon  past 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste, 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reio-n  in  eternal  silence  there. 


HYMN  17.     Common  Metre. 
JViit  ashamed  of  the  gos/ieL     3  Tim.   i.  12. 

1  I'M  not  asharrrd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesu?,  my  God  1  I  know  his  name  ! 

His  name  is  all  my  trust : 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise    stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 


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What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Tiii  i he  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name$ 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
Ana  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  son!  a  place. 

HYMN  18.     Common  Metre. 

A  state  of  nature   and  grace,     2   Cor.  i% 
10,    11. 

1  NOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 

The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  stand' rers,  shall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprising  grace  and  such  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  sin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  misery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

8   But  we  are  wash'd  in  Jesus*  blood. 
We're  pardon'4  thro*  his  name'! 
And  the  good  spirit  of  our  God 
Has  "sanctify 'd  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  persevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  just  commands  i 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  moroj 
No  more  poliu-c  our  hands, 


52  HVs:XS  AND 

HYMN   19.   Common  Metre. 

The  repenting  prodigal.    Luke  xv.  13,  Sec. 

1   BEHOLD  the   wretch  whose   lust  and 
wine 
Has  wasted  his  estate, 
He  begs  a  share  amongst  the  swine, 
To  tast?  the  husks  they  eat. 

%  »  I  die  vriih  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 
B  I  starve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
My  father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 
Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
Father  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong, 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 

4,  He  said  and  hastened  to  his  home, 
To  seek  his  father's  love; 
The  father  saw  the  rebel  com© 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

%  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embrac'd  and  kiss'd  his  son  : 
The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  brake 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  «  Take  off  his  cloaths  of  shame  and  sin, 
(The  father  gives  command) 


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Dress  him  in  garments  -white  and  clean 
With  rings  adorn  his  hands, 

7  A  day  of  feastiag  I  ordain, 
Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  : 
y*y  son  was  drad,  and  lives  again, 
Was  lost,  and  now  is  found." 

HYMN  20.    Long  Metre. 

The  apostle's  commission  :  Of,  the  gcsfiel 
attested  by  miracles.  Mark  xvi.  15, 
xxviii.  18,  Sec. 

1  ie  GO  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord 
Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive, 
He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word; 
He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  [I'll  make  your  great  commission  known 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 

By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

5  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 
Go  cast  out  devils  ift  my  name  ; 
Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
Tho'   Greeks  reproach    and  Jews  blas- 
pheme. 

4  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 


HYMNS  AND 

All  poW'r  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

J    He  sp.akc,  and  light  sheas  rou?:d  h?3  head, 
G?i  a  bright  cloud  to  heavn  he  rods  ; 
Theij  to  lb*  farthest  nation  s/irrad 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God, 


HYMN  21.     Long  Metre. 
Holiness  and  grace.  Tit.  ii.    10,  IS. 

\   SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtue  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

%  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Savior  God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin, 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  deny'd, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride: 
While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord. 
And  faith  stand*  leaning  on  his  word. 


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HYMN  22.    Common  iVIetre. 
The  death  and  burial  of  a  saint, 

1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  ? 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
JTis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slot? 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

$  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  deai  flesh  pf  Jesus  lay 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  be  bless'd 
And  soften'd  ev'ry  bed: 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

f  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 
And  showed  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

#  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sounds 
And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground^ 
Ye  saints5  ascend  the  skies. 


3«  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  23.   Common  Metre. 

A  Morning  Song. 

\   ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day, 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 

%  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sit» 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  *Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame. 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  mip;ht  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand  ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crushed  me  dead 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run."] 

6  Dear  God  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light : 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  "if 

HYMN  24.    Common  Metre. 

Godly  sorrow  arising  from  the  sufferings  ©/* 
Christ. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed  ! 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

3  [Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 
And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine* 
The  glorious  tuff'rer  stood  1 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  I  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

i  Well  might  the  9un  in  darkness  hid*.) 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  tht  mighty  Maker  dy'd 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'r  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


m  HYMNS  AND 

KYMN  25.     Common  Metre. 

Parting  with  carnal  joys, 

I  MY  soul  forsakes  her.vain  delight 

And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 

3  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love, 
Nor  seek  your  fiiendslip  more  ; 

The  happiness  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

5  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  eartk 
That  suits  mi   lar$*£  desire  ; 
To  boundless  joy  a  no"  solid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

4  [T.Vhere  pleasure  ra^ta  its  living  flood,. 
From  sin  and  ■    <v      refiiv'd 

Still  springing  from    l.<-  »hrone  of  God, 
And  til  to  cheer  the  mind. 

Ta'  AUni  ;hty  ruler  of  the  sphere, 
The  glorious  and  the  threat, 
Brings  his  own  Aii  swffi'  tepee  there, 
To  make  our  biiss  complete.] 

€  r-T  d  !  ^he  pinions  of  a  dove, 
•i  cii  nb  the  heav'nly  road  : 
Yli   ! '«  sit-=>  my  Saviour  drest  in  love, 
*i4  there  my  smiling  God. 


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HYMN  26.     Short  Metre. 
The  Lord1 3  day  :   Or,  delight  in  ordinances. 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  cf  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise: 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  leasts  his  saints  to  clay  ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

$  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Oi  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
In  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  27.    Long  Metre. 
The  enjoyment  of  Christ :     Or,  delight  in 
Worship,,  [gone, 

1   FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  be- 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  .' 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  sec, 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 


30  HYMNS  AND      ■ 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire: 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 
In  beauteous  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  sweet  murmurs  by  their  side. 
Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

4  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace: 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine.] 

4   Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare, 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

6   Hail,  great  Immanuel  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine: 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known* 

HYMN  28.     Long  Metre. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

1   LORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace, 
Shines  thro'  Uie  beauties  ot  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  31 

2  When  I  can  say,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

i  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away, 
A  long,  and  everlasting  day. 

4>  Well  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
The  fair  coast  of  perfect  light  : 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
O'r  the  dear  object  of  our  iove. 

5  There  shall  we   drink  full    draughts  of 
bliss, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees  ? 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord  bestow 
A  drop  of  heav'u  on  worms  beiow, 

€   Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand 
While  we  pas*  thro*  this  barreu  land  ; 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see 
A  glimpse  of  iove,  a  glimpse  of  Thee] 

HYMN  29.     Common  Metre. 

Our  frail  bodis.?,  and  God  our  preserver. 

I    LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be. 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear: 
But  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  arc. 


32  HYMNS  AND 

2  Fresb,as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand,    • 

Ar.d  nourish  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  cies  \i  one  be  gone  ■ 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  s« Is  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  bunt  us  first  ; 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name, 
1  hat  rear'd  us  from  the  dust. 

5  [He  spoke,   and   strait    our  hearts  and 

brains, 
In  all  their  motions  rose  ; 
Lei  blood,  said  he,  now  round  the  veins  ; 
And  round  the  \eins  it  flows.  ' 

G  While  we  have  breath  to  use  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  w'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

HYMN  20.     Common  Metre. 
Complaining  o*  Spiritual  sloth. 

1    MY  drowsy  pow'rs,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake  my  sluggish  soul, 
Nothing  hi  s  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS:  SS 

2  The  aMe  ants  .or  one  poor  gw.in 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive  ; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'h  t'obuun, 
How  negligent  we  live  -r 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

\nd  su.rs  their  courses  moYe  ; 
\Ve    For  whose  guard  the  angel  bands, 
Cosne  flying  from  above. 

■4  We,  foe  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
ftnd  laboui'd  for  oui    good. 
How  ere. ess  to  secure  tiiat  crown 
iie  pui  climbed  with  his  blood  I 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  slugE ish  still, 

And  neve"  art  our  parts  I 
Come,  holy  Dove    from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  sit,  and  '.varrn  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active  r-pirits  move, 

Upward  our  senw  shall  rise  : 
With  hands  of/kith*  and  w.iogs  of  love., 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

HYMN  31.    Co.r.mon  Metre. 
Death  and  iLcernity. 

I   STOOP  down  my  thoughts  that  us*d  t© 
Converse  a  while  v.  in-,  dei  \.h  ;       [  ibe» 
1  hink  !  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies* 
And  p«uis  away  bis  breath, 


34  HYMNS  AND 

>  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  downi 
His  pulse  is  faint  and  few, 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But,  oh  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ? 
Ye  thoughts  pursue  where  it  flies 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts  triumphant  there, 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair, 

5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  high, 
To  bear  it  safe  above. 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  soul  I  trust. 
And  my  flesh  wakes  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  du-:t. 


HYMN  32.    Short  Metre. 

Heavenly  joy  on  ear  ih. 

}    [GOME  ye  that  love  the  lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  , 
Join  in  a  song  cf  sweet  accord, 
And  thjus  surround  ths  throne, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  35 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less.] 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav* rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  please, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky. 
And  manages  the  seas.] 

9  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love, 
He  shall  send  down  his  heav'nly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

G  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliis 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

6  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below, 


36  HYMNS  AND 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 

5   [The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields^ 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

iO  The«  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  evei'v  tear  be  dry  ; 
W're  marching  thro'  ImmanrtePs  grcuril 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 


HYMN  33.    Long  Metre. 
Christ  $  fireaence  makes  death  easy. 

1  WHY  should, we  start  and  fear  to  die? 
What  rimVous  worms  we  moitals  are  i 
Dsath  lb  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  Trte  pn.ins,  and  groans,  and  dying  strife 
•    i    hi  oiir' approaching. souls  away  ; 
Stiil  ne  shrink  batk  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My   soul    should   stretch    her  wings  in 

haste  ; 
Fly  fearless  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'4- 


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4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  dcwny  pillars  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
nd  breathe  ray  life  out  sweetly  there, 

HYMN  34.  eShort  Metre. 
Christ's  intercession, 

1.  WELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ; 
If  justice  calls  for  sinners'  blood 
The  savior  shows  his  own. 

Z.  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now,  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  maker's  honours  sing, 
Jcsusy  the  priest,  receives  our  songs* 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  sound  his  glories  hi^h, 
"  Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
TJiat  lays  his  thunder  bv-] 
B 


S3  HYMNS  AND 

» 
S  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
And  triumphs  all  above." 
Bin,  lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  strains 
To  speak  immortal  love  I 

t   [How  jarring  and  how  low 
Are  all  thenoteswe  sing  ! 
Sweet  saviour,  tune  our  songs  anew> 
And  they  shall  please  the  king.] 


HYMN  35.  Long  Metre. 

J  sight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world* 

1  [TJP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
And  living  waters  gently  roll, 

Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly., 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dying  Christy 
Cm  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  ; 
And  thou  can'stbear  me  where  thou  fly 'st 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 
Whatlitlle  Ihiii^s  these  worlds  would  be  ? 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes  ?] 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon  j 


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Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon, 

5  Then  they  might  fight  and  rage  and  rave 
I  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more, 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

$  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing, 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 


HYMN  36..  Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  God. 

1  MY  God,  what  endless  pleasures  dwell 
Above  at  thy  right  hand  ! 

The  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  s^tnd  ! 

2  The  swallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upward  tow'rd  the  skies 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat. 

S"1  And  we  when  in  thy  presence,  Lord 
We  shout  with  joyful  tongues; 
Or  sitting  round  our  father's  board, 
We  crown  the  feast  with  songs. 


HYMNS  ANB 

4  Whi!e  Jesus  shines  with  quick'ning  grac* 
We  sing  and  mount  on  high  j 
But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint  and  tire  and  die. 

9  Just  as  we  see  the  lonesome  dove 
Bemoan  her  widow'd  state, 
Wand'ringshe  flies  through  all  the  grove 
And  mourns  her  Iovitig  mate. 

t  Just  so  our  thoughts  from  thingto  things 
In  restless  circles  rove: 
Just  so  we  droop  and  hang  the  wing 
When  Jesus  hides  Lis  love. 

HYMN  27.     Long  Metre. 

&lory  and  g^ace  in  the  fieraon  of  Christ 

1   NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue; 
Ho  anna  to  th'  e.cnral  name*, 
And  ail  his  boundless  love  proclaim* 

-■2   See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus''  face,, 
The  brightest  ima^c  of  his  grace  ; 
God  in  the  person  of  his  Son 
Has  ail  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spa;ious  earth,  and  spreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  pow'rfui  God, 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  cv'ry  rolling  star: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  A* 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands: 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace !  'tis  a  sweet  a  charming  theme  p 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus*  name  ! 
Ye  angels  dwell  upos  the  sound  ; 

Ye  heav'ns  reflect  it  to  the  ground  I 

9  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
'  And  sing  his  name  on  harps- of  goldT 

HYMN  3«.  Common  Metre. 
Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous, 

I  HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below? 
How  false  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too : 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

,2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh) 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 
The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  way'ring  minds^ 
An4  leave  but  half  for  God  \ 


42*  HYMNS  AND 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ? 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  'em  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 


HYMN  39.     Common  Metre. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  saints  :   Or,  earth  and 
httr$tn. 

1  LORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  tins 

That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  iVuits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streamy  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poisons  glow, 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  datig'rous  waters  flow. 

3,  Vet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
Lies  through  this  horrid  land: 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Ou  r  souls  shall  tread  the  desert  through 
With  undiverted  feet: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  43 

And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  subdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  [A  thousand  savage  beasts  of  prey 

Around  the  forest  roam ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  strangers  home.] 

6  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 

-  With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  we  go. 
Is  everlasting  day: 

7  By  glim'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  saereQ  road,         [-snares 
Through   dismal   deeps  and  dangerous 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

S  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  stili: 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  ZzWs  hid. 

9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ; 
There  Jesus  the  forerunner  waits 
To  welcome  travellers  home. 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 


■44  HYMNS  AN* 

11  No  rain  discourse  shall  fill  our  tongue 
Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear; 
Infinite  grace  shall  fill  our  song, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear. 

1.3  Eternal  glories  to  the  king 

That  brought  us  safely  through; 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew.J 


HYMN  40.     Common  Metre. 
Geo's  presence  U  light  in  darkness 

1  M  V  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys> 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights* 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star^ 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shin© 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  minej 
And  whispers,  I  am  his. 

4,  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  A 

Kun  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  ev'ry  toe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through* 


HYMN  41.     Common  Metre. 

Frail  life  and  succeeding  eternity* 

.1  THEE  we  ado^e   eternal  name, 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  framej 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ? 

2  [Our  wasung  lives  wrows  shorter  atil^ 

As  months  »&d  da/  s  increase  j 
And  ev'rv  bating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  iess. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

iYhe  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 

What'er  we  do,  where-e'er  we  be, 

We're  trav'iing  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  thro*  all  the  ground) 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wail  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 


46  HYMNS  AND 

5  Good  God!  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! 
Th*  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings* 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  g@ 
Upon  the  brink  of  death, 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 


HYMN  42.     Common  Metre. 
The  pleasures  of  a  good  conscience. 

1  LORD,  *how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin  ?       [sea, 
Should    storms   of  wrath  shake  earth  and 
Their  minds  have  lieav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  head, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  : 

And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

8   [Quick  as  their  thoughtstheir  joyscome 
But  fly  not  half  so  fast  away  j  [on 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  47 

Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  the  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasures  grow, 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys, 
But  spend  the  day  and  share  the  mgut, 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys, 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

9  While    wretched   we  like    worms  ard 
Lie  grovlingin  the  dust  below;       [motes, 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  souls. 
And  we'll  aspire  to  glory  too. 


HYMN  43.    Common  Metre.  | 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory. 

I    MY  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  [And  you,  mine  eyes  leok  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb. 
This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come.l  * 


48  HYMNS  AN* 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die 

And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly 
And  converse  *ith  the  dead  ; 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above 

In  th»ir  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  their  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  How  we  should  scorn  these  cloathes  of 

These  fetters,  and  this  load  ;       [flesjj, 
And  long  for  evening  to  undress, 
That  we  may  rest  with  God.] 

We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
Before  the  sumraowcome, 

And  pray  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 


HYMN  44.    Common  Metre. 

A  funeral  thought. 

1  HARK  1  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 

My  ears  attend  the  cry, 
Ci  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shoitly  lie." 

2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  ail  your  tow'rs.; 


SPIF^T^AjL  SQKG3:  49 

'Yh-*  tail,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
'lust  iic  iv6  low  as  ours.'* 


And  are  we  still  sec 
Sti'.i  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb,. 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  I 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'i;ing  grace^ 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  fiesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky* 


HYMN  45.    P.  M. 

1  A  WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
CVcrwhelm'd  by  sin  and  stngu-ish  slaii 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  in  endless  woe. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near  ; 
I  strove  indeed, bv.t  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  a~ain — 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear, 

:a   When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
I*.  pour'd  its  cusres  on  my  head, 


50  HYMNS  ANI> 

I  no  relief  could  find  : 
This  fearful  truth  cenew'd  my  pain  j; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

And  wheim'd  my  tortur'd  mind, 

4  A  gain  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load; 
Alas  !   I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell,. 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell,. 

And  broke  the  fov.  Ier's  snare  ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
T>  '  •     n    is4  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6   But  while  1  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
jPJhe  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again. 

And  sings  redeeming  love, 

7   To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

Ana  loftier  notes  did  raise  : 
A]i  hail  the  Lamb!  that  once  was  slain, 
Lnntimber'd  millions  born  again, 

Will  shout  thine  endless  praise* 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  5! 

HYMN  46      P.  Ijj. 

1  HARK,  the  Jubilee  is  sou*vling, 

Oh  !  the  joyi'ul  news  is  come  ; 
Great  salvation  is  proclaimed, 

In  and  through  God's  only  son 
Mow  we  Lave  an  invitation 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb; 
Glory  honor  and  salvation, 

Christ,  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign, 

2  Come  dear  friends,  and  don't  neglect  it2 

Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime; 
Great  salvation  don't  reject  it, 

O  receive  ir,  now's  your  time ; 
Now  the  Savior  is  beginning 

To  revive  his  work  again. 
Glory,  honor,  &c.  .Sec. 

3  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  sinning, 

Come  and  follow  Christ  the  way  ; 
We  shall  all  receive  a  blessing, 

If  from  him  we  do  not  stray; 
Golden  moments  we've  neglected, 

Oh  I  the  time  we've  spent  in  vain, 
Glory,  honor,  Sec.  esc, 

4  Now  we'll  run  our  race  with  patience, 

Looking  unto  Christ  our  Lord, 
He  whose  throne  shall  stand  forever, 

And  whose  name  shall  be  ador'd  i 
He  is  worthy  to  be  praised, 


52  HYMNS  AND 

He  is  cur  exalted  Kirg, 
Glory,  honor,  Sec*  Sec, 

/5  Come  dear  children,  praise  your  Jesus, 

Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore. 
May  his  precious  love  constrain  us 

To  rejoice  aWd  to  adore  ; 
O  then  lei  us  join  together, 

Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain. 
Glory*  honor  and  salvation, 

Ciiiist,  the  Lord,  is  come  to  reigp. 


HYMN  47.  P.  M. 

\   DARK  and  thorny  is  the  Desert, 

Thro'  which  Pilgrims  make  their  way^ 
Yet  bey<  nd  ibis  vale  of  sorVow, 

Lie  the  fields  ot  endless  day. 
Fiends  kiud  howling  in  the  tempest, 

N.  ike  then;  tremble  as  they  go— 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  satan, 

Often  lay  their  courage  low. 

2  Oh  !  young  soldiers  do  ycu  murmur, 

At  the  trouble's  of  the  way? 
D./  your  hearts  begin  to  fail  you 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  i 
Jesus,  Jesus,  shall  defend  you — 

He  shall  lead  you  to  his  throne, 
IJe  that  dy'd  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine  press  trode  alone  .; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  $2 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation^; 

He  that  bid  the  planets  roll  : 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole  : 
Round  him  see  ten  thousand  Angels, 

Ready  to  receive  command  ; 
The;/  are  ever  watching  round  you, 

*Tiil  you  reach  the  Heavenly  Land, 

4  There  on  flow'ry  fields  of  pleasure, 

And  the  hilis  of  endless  rest — 
Joy  and  peace,  and  love,  shall  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast, 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  Glorv, 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high* 
Where  the  Golden  Harps  forever, 

Sound  redemption  round  the  sky. 

5  There  a  million  flaming  Seraphs, 

Fly  across  the  Heavenly  Plain  ; 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises,. 

Glory  1  Glory  1  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  chrystal  arches  ring, 
And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  Angels  cannot  sing  I 

€  See  the  heavenly  host  in  rapture, 
Gaze  upon  this  shining  band — 

Wondering  at  their  costly  garments^ 
And  the  laurels  in  their  hand. 

There  upon  the  golden  pavement, 
i*§e  the  ransom'd  marsh  along— 


54  HYMNS   AND 

While  the  spl  i         -   >-, 

Sweetly  echo  to  lJ    '..  ■   >d;  . 

r  But  methinks,  in  whitei  garments*. 

Some  are  matching  on  before  ; 
Oh  1  their  downs,  howbi  ightth 

Such  as  monarchy  uev< 
Ci  There  were  shepherds  in  ray  pastures, 

«'  Faithful  in  my  cause  below  ; 
41  They  shall  now,  in  peaee  forever, 

"  Sit  on  thrones  as  white  as  suow.'' 

G   Round  them  see  the  lambs  they  gather' ti, 

See  the  flocks  they  feci  with  care  ; 
Now  they're  come  to  richer  pastures  ; 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail  !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits  ! 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear  i 
Sin  and  sorrow,  pain  and  anguish, 

Shail  no  more  disturb  you  here. 

9  Sinners  here  shall  not  deride  you, 

Tho'  they  vex'd  you  while  below  ; 
Now  they're  gone,  and  gone  forever, 

To  the  gulph  of  endless  woe. 
Clos'd  in  that  eternal  prison. 

They  can  injure  you  no  more  ; 
Hell  alas  !  is  all  around  them  ! 

And  eternity  before  ! 

10  There  they  find  a  God  of  justice, 

Whom  they  once  refus'd  to  feur  ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3< 

There  a  lake  ^f  burning  Svdf-hur, 
Tho'  they  clisbeiitv'd  it  here. 

H>rk  !   metThiinks  1  hear  from  topliet,- 
C.iea  mO :'s  di  eat  ful  ihan  the  rest  j 

Some  appear  in  greater  anguish, 
And  with  aorer  vengeance  prcst. 

11  Ah  !  they  cry,  «  we  heard  the  gospel, 

"  Where  the  Lord  reviv'd  his  cause  ; 
"  Saw  how  number:-,  bow'd  before  him  ; 

u  Yet  we  still  refus'd  his  laws. 
Si  We  rejected  every  warning—- 

'i  Scorn'd  the  penitential  tear  ; 
"  We  despis'd  the  calls  of  mercy— 

f  Now  we  lie  in  fetters  here.'* 

12  Sinners,  will  you  come  to  Jesus  ? 

Oh  I  that  you  would  come  to-day. 
Come,  before  the  sword  of  vongeance;- 

Cuts  you  down  upon  the  way. 
Soon  the  harvest  may  be  gather'd, 

And  the  sheaves  collected  home  ; 
Then,  in  vain,  you*ll  call  for  mercy. 

And,  in  vain,  may  wish  to  come. 


HYMN  48.    F.  M* 

STOP  i  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think. 

Before  you  further  go: 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink* 

Of  everlasting  woe  I 


Sfi  HYMNS  AND 

Cin  and  Satan  bind  you  fast. 
In  their  awful  iron  chains, 
And  shortly  your  poor  soul  must  land, 
In  everlasting  pains. 

Once  again,  1  charge  you  stop  ! 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 
E're  you  are  awake,  you  drop, 
In  the  burning  lake  ! 

2  Say  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose  I 
Fear  you  not  th*t  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ! 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

When  the  judgment  shall  proclaim,. 
And  the  earth  sfcall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 
Once  again,  &c. 

2   Pale-fac'd  death  will  quickly  come, 
To  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  dispair: 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  croud— 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye, 
Each  for  yengeance  crying  loud, 
And  what  can  you  reply  ? 
Once  again,  &c. 

4  Tho*  your  hearts  are  made  of  steel— ► 
Your  forehead's  lin'd  with  brass  ; 
God,  at  length,  will  make  you  feel 
He  will  not  let  you  pass: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Sinners  then,  in  vain  Will  cull — 
Tho'  they  now  despite  his  grace, 

Rocks  and  mountains,  on  us  full, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face. 
Once  again,  &c. 

But,  as  yet,  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know  : 
Tho'  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow : 
*Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  dy'd— 
Sinners,   he  invites  to  come  ; 
None,  who  comes  shall  be  denied— 
Pie  says  there  yet  is  room. 

Once  again,  I  charge  you  stop  ; 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 
E're  you  are  aware,  you  drop, 
Into  the  burning  lake  1 


HYMN  49.     P.  M. 

1  Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore.> 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love  and  power  : 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing-— doubt  no  more. 

2  Now  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

Cod's  free  bounty,  glorify, 


5  8  iif  :.:>;$  and 

Tine  be  lief  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  him  nigh— 
Without  money. 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3   Let  not  conscience  maiie  you  linge* 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requires, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him. 
This  he.  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  spirit's  g-limVing  beam. 

4,  Come  ye  weary  heavy  )aden'd, 

Bruis'ci  and  mangled  by  the  fall? 
If  you  tarry  till  you* re  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 
Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners,  Jesus  come  10  call. 

5  Agonizing  inthe  garden, 

Lo  1  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ', 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  1 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies  ; 
It  is  fmish'd, 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  th*  incarnate  God  ascending^ 

Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood, 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely  ; 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude. 
None  but  Jesus, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Saints  and  Angels,  join'd  in  conceit, 
Sy*g  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seals,  of  heaven, 
Sweetly  echo  with  the  sound, 
Hallelujah! 

Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


KYMN  50*    Long  Metre. 

1  I  LONG  to  see  the  seasons  come, 
When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  horns, 
To  taste  the  heaven  of  Jesus'  love, 
And  seek  the  joys  that  are  above. 

2  Hark,  how  the  glorious  gospel  sounds, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around  ; 

Behold  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  He  now  is  knocking  at  your  heart, 
Waiting  salvation  to  impart — 

To  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 

And  seal  y&u  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 

4  A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go, 
To  realms  of  joy,  or  endless  woe  ; 

In  worlds  of  bliss  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Or  sink  beneath  bis  frowns  to  hell* 

5  Come  then  dear  sinners,  counsel  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  ^ 


* 


to-  HYMNS  AND 

This  w.qrJd  ^veo'ci' leave  friends Lelun  . 
Iii  Ch>ist  you  shah  redemption  fnd. 

6  Take  your  bd-m pacri ion  by  the  hundj 
And  all  your  chidren  in  one  bandi 

And  give  th    ai  up  at  Jesus*  call. 
To  pardon,  bless  and  save  them  all. 

7  Then  when  the  day  of  Christ  shall  come, 
And  he  cetieeta  his  jewels  home  : 

On  Zion's  mount  you  then  shall  staud, 
And  join  the  bright  celestial  bund. 

8  Oh  !  what  a  glorious  company  I 
May  Ibe  there  that  siefit  to  see, 
And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  i^me— 
All  .elorious  in  Jerusalem. 


HYMN  51.    Long  Metre. 

1    SAY,  now  ye  lovely  social  band, 
Who  walk  the  way  to  Canaan's  land, 
Ye  who  have  ned  from  Sodom's  plain, 
Say  do  you  wish  to  turn  again  ? 
Oh  1  have  you  ventur'd  to  the  field  ? 
Well  arm'd  with  helmet,  swe*rd  and  shield  ? 
And  shall  the  world  with  dread  alarms, 
Compel  you  now  to  ground  your  arms  ? 

3  Oh  !  come  young  soldiers,  count  the  cost. 
And  say,  what  pleasure  hate  you  lost  ? 
Or  what  misibrtune  does  it  bring, 
To  have  Jehovah  for  your  king  r 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  6i 

Shal\  sin  entice  you  back  again, 


? 


And  bind  you  with  its  iron  chain 
Has  vice  to  you  such  lovely  charms, 
That  jou  must  die  within  its  arms  ? 

3  Is  folly's  way,  the  way  of  peace, 
Where  sin,  and  pain,  and  sorrow  cease  ? 
Does  pleasure  roll  its  living  stream, 
And  is  religion  all  a  dream  ? 

Say,  do  you  envy  those  who  stray, 
And  wander  far  from  wisdom's  way— - 
Oh  !  do  you  see  their  path  descend, 
Or  know  where  sin  at  last  will  end  ; 

4  Beware  of  pleasure's  syren  song, 
Alas  !  it  cannot  soothe  you  long ; 
It  cannot  quiet  Jordan's  wave, 

Nor  cheer  the  dark  and  iilent  graved 
Oh  !  what  contentment  did  you  find, 
When  love  of  pleasure  rul'd  your  mind  ? 
No  sweet  reflection  lull'd  your  rest, 
Nor  conscious  virtue  calm'd  your  breast. 

5  Did  you  not  dread  that  hast'ning  day, 
That  soon  must  sweep  your  joys  away. 
When  death  shall  sing  in  mournful  strain, 
w  Let  dust  return  to  dust  again  ?" 

But  now  your  thoughts  delight  to  soar, 
Where  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more  *, 
They  pass  the  grave  and  mount  on  high; 
T*  the  fair  fields  above  the  sky. 


62  HYMNS  AND 

€.  There  on  the  hill  of  sweet  repose, 
You'll  bid  adieu  to  all  your  woes  ; 
There  shall  you  walk  the  flow'ry  fields, 
And  taste  the  fruit  which  Zion  yields 
No  sin  or  pain  shall  venture  nigh, 
Nor  fiends  shall  never  rise  so  high: 
There  the  angelic  watchmen  wait, 
To  keep  secure  the  heav'nly  gate. 

7  There  see  the  glorious  hosts  on  wings 
And  hear  the  heavenly  seraphs  sing, 
The  shining  ranks  in  glory  stand, 
Or  move  iike  lightning  at  command: 
There  sits  the  Saviour  on  his  throne, 
And  there  Jehovah  reigns  alone  ; 
There  angels  circle  round  his  seat, 
And  armies  worship  at  his  feet, 

Z  But  Oh  !  I  see  among  the  rest, 
An  host  in  whiter  garments  drest, 
And  nearer  to  the  throne  they  stand, 
With  palms  of  vict'ry  in  their  hands. 
Oh  !  who  are  those  I  now  behold,    [gold  ? 
With  blood-'wash'd    robes    and  crowns   of 
Say,  is  this  glorious  cause  unknown 
To  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 

2  Yes,  now  we  know   from  whence  this 

throng, 
For — hark  !  redemption  is  their  song  ; 
From  yonder  vale  of  tears  they  come— 
Welcome  ye  trav'lers— welcome  home. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  «3 

Oh  i  now  upon  the  peaceful  shore, 
You're  met  at  last,  to  part  no  more  ; 
Where  flesh  and  sin  shall  not  controul 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

HYMN  52.     P.  M. 

1  HARK  !  ye  sinners,  now  the  trumpet  I 
O  !  the  solemn  trumpet  sounds  ! 

Nature  hears  it  to  her  centre, 
And  the  lowest  hell  resourds  ! 

Wake  ye  nations  from  your  slumbers  I 
Let  the  silent  world  arise ! 

Death  and  hell  give  up  your  legions, 
To  the  sovereign  of  the  skies  ! 

2  Now  behold  the  heavenly  armies  i 
See  the  banners  all  unfurl'd  I 

Christ,  the  meek  and  lowly  stranger, 
Now  is  come  to  judge  the  world  I 

Ah  !  ye  sinners,  are  you  ready  ? 
Well  prepar'd  to  meet  your  God  ? 

When  he  asks  this  awful  question, 
Tell  me  how  you've  us'd  my  blood  I 

3  Tell  me  now,  if  thou  hast  lov'd  me  ? 
Hast  thou  kept  my  just  commands  ! 

Didst  thou  come,  when  I  was  offer'd, 

To  fulfil  the  law's  demands  ? 
4»reat  were  the  demands  against  ye«— 

Heavy  debts  upon  your  soul ; 


64  HYMNS  AND 

Still  my  offers  were  neglected  ; 
Go  then  sinner,  pay  the  whole. 

4  Hell's  grim  spect.xs  hear  the  thunder 
And  they  fain  would  stand  afar  ! 

Host*  of  Angels  drive  mem  onward) 
To  the  awfbi  judgment  bar  ! 

O  !  the  solemn  congregation) 

Spread  a  thousand  Leagues  abroad  i 

AH  the  long,  long-  race  of  Adam, 
Stand  this  day  before  their  God ! 

5  Now  ye  Kings,  and  mighty  Captains* 
Vaini}  you  ir  ay  try  to  fly  ; 

Mountains,  tl  os  they  fali  upon  you, 
Will  not  hi  'e  you  from  his  eye  : 

Heroes  here  must  st.ana  defenceless  ! 
Kings  without  their  crowns  appear t 

Here  the  tyrant  soul  shall  tremble, 
When  the  semence  strikes  his  ear. 

6  O  !  the  dreadful  crush  of  nature  ! 
Moun cains  from  their  basis  hurl'd  I 

Christ,  the  meek  and  lowly  Saviour, 
Now  is  come  to  judge  the  worn!  ! 

Hark  1  the  thunders  roll  around  him  ! 
Lightnings  play  ceneath  his  feet  ! 

Yet  the  Saints  with  joy  and  wonder, 
May  approach  his  aw  oil  seat.  ► 

7  Ah  !  ye  sinners  stand  and  tremble? 
Hear  the  awful  sentence  pass'd!: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  65 

One  that  makes  the  stoutest  rebel, 
And  the  boldest.,  stands  aghast  ! 

He,  who  once  despis'd  the  Saviour — 
He,  who  pierc'd  him  with  the  spear— * 

He,  who  on  the  cross  despis'd  him — 
Now  they  all  are  standing  here  ! 

i  Down  to  the  benighted  regions, 

All  the  wicked  souls  are  cast! 
And  in  streams  of  flaming  sulphur, 

Bound  with  iron  fetters  fast ! 
O  t  who  can  describe  the  horror, 

And  the  bowlings  of  despair  ? 
None  but  Godh  mself  conceives  it, 

And  the  souls  that  now  are  there. 

•  Now  the  throng  of  saints  and  angels, 

March  along  the  heavenly  fields — 
There  they  taste  immortal  pleasures, 

And  the  fruits  that  Zion  yields  ; 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  songsters— 

Now  they  shout,  their  sufferings  o'er-*** 
■Glory,  honour  and  salvation, 

There  shall  sound  forever  more. 


HYMN*  3.     P.M. 

1   DAY  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders -i 
Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 

Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 


66  HYMNS  AND 

How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinners  heart  confound  • 

2  See  the  judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  • 

You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  ?" 
Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  i 

All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken 
Ey  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 
Careless  sinner, 
"What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart- 
"  Thou  with  Satan, 
w  And  his  AngeJs,  have  thy  part  I 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below  ; 

He  will  say,  "  come  near,  ye  blessed, 
"  See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  : 

*  You  forever 

*  Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  §7 

6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 
May  this  thought  our  courage  raise; 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  changed  to  praise  :■-■ 

May  we  triumph 

When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 


HYMN  54.    P.  M, 

i   SAVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
Sprinkled  with  atoning  blood,    I 

And  my  weary  troubl'd  spirit, 
Now  finds  rest  in  thee  my  God  : 

I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 
While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  ; 

Sin  nor  Satan  cannGt  hurt  r&£, 
While  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh  : 
Glory  g%  g\  g.  glory  be  lo  God  on  high, 
Glory  g.  g.  g.  sound  his  praises  round 

the  sky  .- 
Glory,  g.g.  g.  glory  to  the  father  f^i  v  e « 
G.  g.  g.  g.  sing  his  praises  all  that  live, 

2  Now  I'll  sing  of  Jesus's  merit- — 
Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name  *. 

That  if  any  want  his  spirit, 
He  is  still  the  very  same— - 

He  that  asketh  soon  recsiveth — 
He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find  ; 

Come)  for  whosoe'er  belie veth> 


/ 

tS  HYMNS  AND 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 

G.  g.  g.  g.  to  Clirist  of  heav'nlr  birtks, 

G.  g.  g.  g.  sing  his  praises  round  the  earth, 

G.  g.  g.  g,  g.  to  the  spirit  be, 

G.  g.  g.  g.  praise  the  sacred  one  in  three. 

$  Now  our  advocate  is  pleading, 
I  With  his  father,  and  our  God;, 
Now  for  us  he's  interceding, 

rs  the  purchase  ©f  his  blood; 
Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying, 

Father  spare  them,  f  have  dy'd  j 
And  the  father  answer,  suying, 

They  were  freely  justified. 

Y orthy,  w.  w.  w,  w.  is  the  Lamb  of  God. 

"Worthy,  w.  w.  w.  who  lov'd  and  wash'il 
us  in  his  blood; 

Hv;ly>  h.  h»  h.  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

H.  h.  h.  h.  Father,  Son,. and  Holy  Ghost. 


HYMN  55.    P.  M. 

1.  COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

G*U  foi  songs  of ''.'Udest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  m#iodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it, 

Mtmnt  of  God'*  unchanging  love. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  6f 

2.  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I  come; 

-And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home: 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  i 
He  t©  rescue  rne  from  dinger 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3.  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daiiy  I  am  con&train'd  to  be  I 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  t 

Prone  to  wonder,  Lord,  I  feel  it  ; 
P  one  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 

Here's  my  heart,  Otake  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

4.  O  that  day  when  freed  from  sinning, 
I  sh?.ll  see  thy  lovely  face. 

Richly  cloth'd  in  blood  wash'd  linen, 
How  I'll  sing  thy  sov'reign  grace  ! 

Come  dear  Lord,  no  longer  tarry, 
Take  my  raptur'd  soul  away; 

Send  thy  an<?els  down  to  carry 
Me  to  realms  of  endless  day'. 

3»  If  thou  ever  ctidst  discover 
Tq  my  faith  the  promis'd  land  ; 

Bid  me  now  the  stream  pass  over, 
On  the  heay'ruy  border  stand: 


70  HYMNS  AND 

Now  surmount  what  e'er  opposes, 
Lord,  to  thy  embrace  I  fly; 

Speak  the  word  thou  spak'stto  Moses, 
Bid  me  "  get  me  up  and  die." 


HYMN  56,    Common  Metre. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie, 
O  the  transporting  rapt'rous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight  I 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green. 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

2.  There  gen'rous  IV uits  that  never  fail- 
On  trees  im mortal  grow  ; 

Tfyere  rocks,  ami  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 

Wifcb  milk  and  honey  flow. 
All  o'er  those  wide  extended  pi; 

Shines  one  ete.tnal  da<  : 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reig]  s, 

Anil  scan,  ;s  night  away. 

3.  No  chilling  winds,  or  poii'nous  breath, 
Cdii  reach  that  healthfuj  shore: 

Sickness,  and  sorrow,  pai  fi  and  deat&> 
Are  fcit  und  iear'd  xxb  more. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  bless'd  I 
When  shall  I  see  my  father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest. 

4..  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  sou!> 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Tho'  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll ; 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away  : 
There  on  those  high  and  flow'ry  plains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
But  in  perpetual  joyful  strains, 

Redeeming  love  admire. 


HYMN  57.     P.M.  , 

COME  all  ye  weary  souls, 

Who  seek  rest  in  Jesus'  love, 
Come  place  your  whole  affections? 

On  things  thai-  are  above  ; 
Let's  join  to  sing  his  praises, 

And  hand  in  hand  go  on, 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

Where  we  no  more  shall  mourn. 

2.   Heboid  how  Satan  rages, 
Tetaptatious  they  abound, 

The  world  with  persecutions. 
Bssel  as  all  around  ; 


n  HYMNS  AND 

Our  Friends  they  all  forsake  us, 
And  call  us  low  and  mean* 

Because  we  love  the  name  of 
The  despised  Nazarene. 

5.  The  scriptures  are  fulfilling— 
The  love  of  some  grows*" cold  ; 

They  trample  on  their  savior, 
And  worship  dust  and  gold  ; 

For  riches,  and  for  honor, 
They  from  the  Lord  depart, 

Which  causes  many  sorrows, 
To  wound  the  troubled  heart. 

4.  The  wicked  they  grow  bolder, 

The  righteous  stand  aside, 
And  many  old  professors, 

Sink  down  in  lust  and  pride  ; 
But  when  some  keen  convictions, 

Seizes  upon  my  mind, 
Foi*  fear  of  persecution 

They  cast  the  Lord  behind. 

6.  Arise  beloved  brethren, 
Let's  walk  while  it  is  day, 

Lest  darkness  overtake  us, 

While  lingering  here  we  stay  ; 

Surely  if  we  prove  faithful, 
Sinners  will  follow  on, 

Backsliders  be  reclaimed, 
Repenting;  and  return. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

6  A  few  more  days  in  sorrow, 

And  Christ  will  call  us 'home, 
To  walk  the  golden  streets  of 

The  new  Jerusalem  ; 
Until  that  happy  hour, 

Let's  faithfully  endure, 
If  we  are  found  in  Jesus, 

We  know  our  prize  is  sure. 

7  Adieu  to  old  companions, 

We  disregard  your  frowns, 
Upon  your  foolish  conduct, 

With  pity  we  look  down  : 
Fain  would  we  take  you  with  us  ) 

But  if  you'll  not  comply, 
We  leave  you  all  to  Jesus, 

And  to  his  bosom  ny, 

S   Unto  you  foolish  pleasures, 

We  freely  bid  farewell, 
By  faith  we  view  the  mansions, 

Where  we  must  shortly  dwell. 
Our  Saviour  he  invites  us, 

And  holds  us  out  a  Crown, 
To  guard  and  to  protect  us, 

The  Angels  hover  round. 

9  Let's  join  to  sing  his  praises, 
As  long  as  we  do  live, 
Until  our  blessed  Saviour, 
Our -willing  sou]  a  receive. 


74  HYMNS  AN» 

And  he  will  land  us  safely, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
We'll  praise  him  there  forever^ 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

HYMN  58.    P.  M. 

THERE  is. a  Heaven  in  yonder  sky7 
A  H raven  where  pleasures  never  die, 
A  Heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
.Again  I  tear  His  not  for  me  ; 

But  Jesus,  Jesus'ismy  friend, 
O  Hallelujah!    hallelujah  ! 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

%,  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate  ; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein — 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  us  in  ; 
But  Jesus,  Jesus,  &c. 

S.  I'm  traveling  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Thro'  conflicts  sore  in y  spirit  goes  ; 
The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
To  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 
But  Jesus,  Jesus,  kc. 

4.  The  way  of  danger  I  am  in, 
Beset  with  devils,  men  and  sin, 
But  in  that  wearied  track  I  see, 
And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be: 
That  Jesus,  Jesus,  &c. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  Ti 

5.  These  were  the  footsteps  of  my  Lord, 
When  on  the  Cross  he  bore  my  load  : 
'Twas  on  that  dark  ! .  that  doleful  day  ! 
With  streams  of  blood  he  mark'dthe  way* 

O  Jesus,  Jesus,  Sec. 

6.  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what 

will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 
Thro'  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  Jesus'  arms. 
Sweet  Jesus,  Jesus,  Sec. 

7.  Then,  O  my  soul  arise  and  sing,; 
Behold  thy  Saviour,  God  and  King, 
With  love  and  pleasure  in  his  eyes, 

He  cries,  press  on,  for  here's  thy  prize. 
Sweet  Jesus,  Jesus,  &c. 

8;  Prove  faithful  yet  a  iewraore  days, 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  end  thy  race, 
And  then  thy  soul  shall  with  me  reign. 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain. 
Sweet  Jesus,  Jesus,  Sec. 

9.  Mt  ficsh  shall  slumber  in  the  grond, 
'Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprize, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Sweet  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend, 
O  Hallelujah  1  hallelujah  1 
Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend* 


76  HYMNS  AfW 

HYMN  59.  P.  Jlfc 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,   sweet  birds,  and  sweet 
flow'ra 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  with  me. 
The  mid  summer  Sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleassjit  as  May. 

2.  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume* 
And  sweeter  than  music*  his  voice  ; 

His  presence  disperses  my  ftloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

I  should  (were  he  always  thus  nigh) 
Hfcve  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year 

3.  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  rcbign'd, 

No  changes  of  season  or  piace, 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  \ 

While  blest  with  a  sense  of  bis  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove. 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  ther?. 

4.  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
If  thou  art  my  Sun  and  my  son^, 


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Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  wby  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 

O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore, 

O  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more;. 


HYMN  60.    P.  M, 

i*  YE  travelers  10  Paradise, 

That  happy,  happy  state, 
Whose  names,  and  ways,  and  spirits, 

The  wicked  world  doth  hate  ; 
Your  highway  lies  befofe  you, 

And  upwards  doth  ascend, 
And  leads  you  on  to  glory 

To  see  your  dearest  friend. 

2.  A  friend  that's  nearer  to  you." 

Than  any  brother  here  ; 
Your  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 

Your  great  Redeemer  dear: 
Who  once  a  human  body 

Upon  himself  did  take, 
Us,  sinners,  heirs  of  glory, 

Eternally  to  make. 

5.  Who  suffer'd,  bled,   and  groan'd,  and 
Upon  the  Roman  cross —  [dy'i 

To  make  atonement  for  our  sins, 
And  to  retrieve  our  loss; 


78  HYMNS  AND 

He  gain'd  our  pardon,  wben  he  fell, 
And  so  remov'd  the  curse, 

And  then  ascended  upon  high, 
To  intercede  for  us. 

4.  Exalted  there  at  God's  right  hand, 

The  loving  Lamb  doth  sit, 
And  shows  his  wounded  body, 

His  head,  his  hands  and  teet ; 
He  pleads  his  matchless  merit 

Before  his  father's  throne, 
And  sends  us  down  his  spirit, 

And  holds  us  out  a  crown. 

5.  Oh  !  brethren  look  upon  the  crown, 

And  see  how  bright  it  shines, 
Exceeding  far  in  lustre, 

Diana's  silver  shrines  : 
Its  value  does  immensely 

Surpass  all  human  thought ; 
So  rich  aciown  was  never  yet, 

For  gold  or  silver  bought. 

0.  A  crown  of  life  (of  endless  life,) 

T  he  sov'reign  gift  of  God  ; 
To  which  we  have  a  title, 

Thro'  faith  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  if  your  title  you  would  hold, 

You  still  by  faith  must  view, 
"  The  Lamb  was  slain,  yet  lives  again, 

M  To  intercede  for  you." 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  7t 

.  D0  not  grow  faint  and  weary, 

As  many  a  one  hath  done  ; 
But  finish  well  your  journey, 

As  you  have  well  begun  : 
You're  in  a  state  of  trial, 

But  that  will  shortly  end, 
And  you'll  ascend  to  glory, 

To  see  your  dearest  friend* 

,  Not  transiently  to  visit, 

And  then  again  remove  ; 
But  dwell  forever  near  him, 

And  ever  taste  his  love  : 
There  sin  shall  cease  to  trouble  yous 

Temptations  they'll  be  o'er.— - 
O  brethren,  keep  a  closer  walk. 

And  love  your  Jesus  more. 


HYMN  61.     P.  M= 

JESUS  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep, 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restor'd, 

On  me  be  all  its  freeness  shewn; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone.        ^ 

5.  Saviour,  Prince  enthron'd  above,* 
Repentance  to  impart^ 


Ste  HYMNS  AND 

Give  me  thro»  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble  contrite  heart ; 
Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 

A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown. 
Turn  and  look  upon  me  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone, 

3.  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above. 

Nor  sirflfer  me  to  die  ; 
Life  a»d  happiness,  and  'eve, 

Smile  in  thy  gracious 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  *t 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone, 

4*  Look,  as  when  thy  pitying  eyo 

Was  clos'4  that  we  might  live  ; 
«  Father  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gasp'd)  forgive  !" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries, 'Tis done,  j 
O  !  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord, 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 


HYMN  62.    P.  M. 

JESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup  ; 

The  wine  press  treads  alone, 
Te  irs  the  graves  and  mountain*  up, 

-By  his  expiring  &roan: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  31 

Lo  !  the  pow'rs  of  Heav'n  he  shakes, 

Nature"  in  convulsion  lies, 
The  earth's  profoundcst  centre  quakes* 

The  great  Jehovah  dies  ! 

3.  Die3  the  glorious  cause  of  all, 

The  true  eternal  plan, 
Falls  to  raise  us  from  our  fall, 

To  ransom  sinful  man  : 
Well  may  Sol  withdraw  his  light. 

With  the  suff'rer  sympathize, 
Leave  the  world  in  sudden  night* 

When  his  great  creator  dies, 

3.  O  my  God,  he  dies  for  mc^ 
I  feel  the  mortal  smart  I 

See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 
A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart ! 

O  that  ail  to  thee  might  turn  i 
Sinners,  yc  may  love  him  too, 

Look  on  him  ye  piere'd  and  mourn, 

For  oncj  who  bled  for  yeu.  }N 

4.  Weep  o'er  your  desire  and  hope, 
With  tears  of  humblest  love ; 

Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthron'd  above  ; 
Lives  our  head  to  die  no  more, 

Pow'r  is  all  to  Jesus  given, 
'Worship'd  as  he  was  before, 

Th'  immortal  Kin^  of  hcav'n. 


t%  HYMNS  ANJD 

HYMN  63.     P.  M. 

THERE  is  a  holy  city, 

A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love  ; 
An  everlasting  temple, 

And  saints  array'd  in  white, 
They  serve  the  great  Redeemer, 

They  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2.  This  is  no  world  of  trouble, 
The  God  of  peace  is  there  ; 

He  wipes  away  their  sorrows- 
He  banishes  their  care ; 

Their  joys  are  still  increasing— 
Their  songs  are  ever  new ; 

They  praise  the  eternal  Father, 
The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

3.  The  meanest  child  of  glory 
Out-shines  the  radiant  sun  ; 

But  who  can  speak  the  splendor 
Of  that  eternal  throne, 

Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 
In  God-like  majesty  ; 

The  elders  fall  before  him — 
The  Angels  bend  the  knee. 

4.  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows, 
Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar, 

Condemn'd  by  haughty  Herod, 
And  by  his  men  of  war  ? 


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Hfc  seems  a  mighty  conqueror, 
Who  spoil'd  the  powers  below, 

And  ransom'd  many  captives 
From  everlasting  woe. 

5.  The  hosts  of  saints  around  him5 

Proclaim  his  works  of  grace, 
The  patriarch  and  prophets, 

And  all  the  Godly  race  ; 
Some  speak  of  fi'ry  trials, 

And  tortures  on  their  way— 
They  came  from  tribulation 

To  everlasting  day. 

5.  Now  with  a  holy  transports 

They  tell  their  sufferings  o'er— 
Their  tears  and  their  temptations, 

And  all  the  pains  they  bore  ; 
They  turn  and  bow  to  Jesus, 

Who  gain'd  their  liberty — 
Amidst  our  fiercest  dangers, 

Our  lines  are  hid  in  thee. 

7.  Long  time  was  I  invited 

To  gain  that  heav'nly  rest, 
Grace  made  no  hard  condition, 

'Twas  only  to  be  bless'd  ; 
But  earth's  bewitching  pleasures 

Inclin'd  me  long  to  stay — 
I  sought  her  dreams  and  shadows, 

And  joys  that  pass  away, 


84  HYMNS  AND 

8.  But  now  it  is  my  purpose, 
The  better  way  to  find — 

To  serve  my  great  Creator, 
And  leave  my  sins  behind  : 

In  guilt's  seducing  mazes* 
I  will  no  longer  roam — 

I'll  give  my  soul  to  Jesus, 

Who  brings  the  ransom' d  horn*. 

9.  And  what  shall  be  my  journey, 
How  long  I'll  stay  below, 

Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 
Are  not  for  me  to  know. 

In  ev'ry  day  of  trouble, 

I'll  raise  my  thoughts  on  high— - 

I'll  think  of  the  bright  temple, 
And  crowns  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  64.     Long  Metre. 

God's  gracious  approbation    of  a  religious 
pare  of  our  families.     Genesis  xviii.  19. 

FATHER  of  men,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace  ; 
From  thee  they  sprung,  and  by  thy  hand 
Their  root  and  branches  are  sustain'd. 

2.   To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd  ; 


Who,  Lord  of  heav'n  strorns  heft  to  dwells 
With  saiius  in  their  obscure  ceil. 

3.  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
!Vlofnii«g  arid  night,  present  its  vows-; 

Our  servants  there,  and  rising  lace 
lie  taught  thy  precepts,  and  thy  grace. 

4.  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name; 
While  pleas'd.  and  thankful  we  remove 
To  join  the  family  above. 


HYMN  65.     Long  Metre. 

Who  is  on  the  Lord's  side  !  Exod.  xxiii.  26 

WHAT  bosom  mov'd  with  pious  zeal 
Doth  for  its  God's  dishonor  feel  ? 
What  heart  with  gen'rous  ardor  glows 
To  plead  his  cause  against  his  foes  ? 

2.  Great  God,  what  boscm  can  be  cold  ? 
AVhat  coward  must  not  here  grow  bold  ? 
While  honor,  int'rest,  truth  and  love, 
Concur  our  inmost  souls  to  move  ? 

3.  Around  thy  standard,  Lord,  we  press, 
Thine  injur'd  honor  to  redress, 

And  with  determin'd  voice  demand 
The  signal  of  thy  conqu'ring  hand. 


86  HYMNS  A!s© 

4.  Thou  shalt  these  sacred  weapons  Wess, 
And  lead  through  war  to  endless  peace  ; 
Nor  death  itself  our  souls  shall  dread, 
For  thine  own  arm  shall  raise  the  dead. 


HYMN  66.   Common  Metre. 

God  laying  to  the  soul,  that  he  is  its  salva- 
tion.    Psalm  xxxv.  3. 

SALVATION!  O  melodious  sound 

To  wretched  dying  men  ! 
Salvation,  that  from  God  proceeds, 

And  leads  to  God  again. 

2.  Rtscu'd  from  hell's  eternal  gloom, 
From  fiends,  and  fires  and  chains  : 

Rais'dto  a  paradise  of  bliss, 
Where  love  and  glory  reigns  ! 

3.  But  O  1  may  a  degenerate  soul, 
Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 

Presume  to  raise  a  trembling  ejre 
To  blessings  so  divine  ? 

4.  The  lustre  of  so  bright  a  bliss 
Mv  feeble  heart  o'erbears  i 

And  unbelief  almost  perverts. 
The  promise  inu>  tears,. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

5.  My  Saviour-God,  no  voice  but  thine 
These  dying  hopes  can  raise  : 

Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul, 
And  turn  its  tears  to  praise. 

5.   My  Saviour-God,  this  broken  voice 
Transported  shall  proclaim, 

And  call  on  all  the  angelic  harps 
To  sound  so  sweet  a  name. 


HYMN  67.    Common  Metre. 

God  sfteaketh  peace  to  his  people*     Psalrai 

lxxxv.  8. 

UNrITE,  my  roving  thoughts,  unite 

In  silence  soft  and  sweet  ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  sit  gently  down 

At  t_iy  great  sov'reign's  feet. 

2.  Jehovah's  awful  voice  is  heard  s 
Yet  gladly  I  attend  ; 

Forlo!  the  everlasting  God 
Proclaims  himself  my  friend. 

3.  Harmonious  accents  to  my  soul 
The  sounds  of  peace  convey  : 

The  tempest  at  his  word  subsides-* 
And  winds  and  seas  obey. 


e?g  hVmks  a?$b 

4.  By  all  its  p;  s  I  charge  my  heart, 
To  grieve  his  love  nc  more  ; 

But,  charm'd  by  melody  divine, 
To  give  its  follies  o'er. 


HYMN  68.     Long  Metre. 

Beholding  transgressions  zvitb  grief. 
Psalm  cxix.    136,  15  8. 

ARISE,  my  tend'rest  thoughts,  arise  ; 
To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes ; 
Aiid  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2.  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ; 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name  ; 
The  father  wounded  through  the  son  ; 
The  world  abus'd ;  the  soul  undone. 

4.  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night ; 
In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Tho'  briny  tears  forever  flow. 

4.  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene ; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 
And  snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flam#- 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS]  $3 

5.  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves. 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves  ; 
Thy  own  all  saving  arm  employ, 
And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  t©  joy. 

KYM1S  69'.     Short  Metre. 

Singing  in  the  ways  of  God.     Psahm 
exxxvii.  v.  5. 

NOW  let  our  voices  join, 

To  form  one  pleasant  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways, 

With  music  pass  along. 

2.  How  straight  the  path  appears  ! 

How  open  and  how  fair  i 
No  lurking  gins,  t'  entrap  our  feet, 
-    Nor  fierce  destroyer  there. 

S.  But  flow'rs  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring  ; 
The  sun  of  glory  guilds  the  path, 

And  dear  companions  sing. 

4,  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear? 

Which  sparkle  thro*  the  skies. 

£.  All  honor  to  his  name, 
Who  drew  the  shining  trace^ 


so  HYMNS  AND 

To  him  who  leads  the  wancl'rers  o:\, 
And  cheers  them  with  his  grace. 

6.  Reduce  the  nations,  Lord, 
Teach  all  their  kin^s  thy  ways, 

That  earth's  full  choir  the  notes  may  swell 
And  heav'n  resound  the  praise. 


HYMN  70.    Short  Metre. 

The  meek  beautified  with  salvation.     Psalm 
exlix.  4. 

YE  humble  souk  rejoice, 

And  cheerful  triumphs:  sing; 
Wake  all  your  harmony  of  voice  \ 

For  Jesus  is  your  king, 

3.  Th&t  meek  and  lowly  Lord, 

Whom  here  your  souls  have  known'? 

Pledges  the  honor  of  his  word 
T'  avow  you  for  his  own* 

3.  He  brings  salvation  near, 
For  which  his  blood  was  paid  : 

How  beauteous  shall  your  souls  appear 
Thus  sumptuously  array'd  ! 

4.  Sing  for  the  day  is  nigh, 
When  near  your  leader's  seat 

The  tallest  sons  of  pride  shall  lie* 
The  footstool  of  vour  feet. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  01 

.  Solvation,  Lord,  is  thine  ; 

A  ad  all  thy  saints  confess, 
he  royal  robes,  in  which  they  shine, 

Were  wrought  by  sov'reign  grace, 


HYMN  71.     Short  Metre. 
The  Godly  man's  ark.     Isaiah  xxvi.  20* 

IT  is  ray  Father's  voice  : 

And  O  !  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 

It  makes  my  inmost  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  trembling  heart  rebound. 

2.  "Mark  the  black  tempest  lours, 
And  gathers  round  the  sky  ; 

Retire,  and  shun  the  sweeping  show'rs 
Of  indignation  nigh. 

3.  "  Come,  my  dear  children,  come, 
And  seek  your  father's  arms ; 

There  is  your  shelter,  there  your  home, 
'Midst  all  these  dire  alarms. 

4.  u  Enter  at  his  command  ; 
Close  in  your  ark  remain  ; 

And  wait  the  signal  of  his  hand 
To  call  you  forth  again. 

.5.  "  The  moments  to  beguile  -y 
A  cheerful  song  begin, 


92  HYMNS  AND 

Nor  let  the  roaring-  thunders  spoil 
The  harmony  within. 

6.   "  Ere  long  the  sky  shall  c'ear, 
The  clouds  be  chas'd  away, 

And  grace  shall  shine  in  radiance  fair 
Thro'  an  eternal  day." 


HYMN  72.     Common  Metre. 

Christ,   the  Lord9  our  righteousness, 
Jerern.  xxiii.  6. 

SAVIOUR  divine,  we  know  thy  name, 

And  in  that  name  we  trust ; 
Thou  art  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 

Thou  art  thine  Israel's  boast. 

2.  Guilty  we  plead  before  thy  throne, 
And  low  in  dust  we  lie, 

Ti-1  Jesus  stretch  his  gracious  arm, 
To  bring  the  guilty  nigh. 

3.  The  sins  of  one  most  righteous  day 
Might  plunge  us  m  despair  ; 

Yet  all  the  crimes  of  num'rous  years, 
Shall  our  great  surety  clear. 

4.  That   spotless   robe    which    he    hath 
Shall  deck  us  all  around  ;  [wrought^ 

Nor  by  the  piercing  eye  of  God, 
One  blemish  shall  be  found. 


spiritual  so:;gs.  < 

5.  Pardon  and  peace,  end  lively  hope 
To  sinners  now  are  giv'n. 

Israel  and  Judah  soon  shall  change 
Their  wilderness  for  toeav'n. 

6.  With  joy  we  taste  that  manna  now, 
Thy  mercy  scatters  down  ; 

We  seal  our  humble  vows  to  thee, 
And  wait  the  promis'd  crown. 

HYMN  73.     Common  Metre. 
Seeking  Jlr&t  the  kingdom  of  God,  ^c. 
Matt.  vi.  33. 
NOW  let  a  true  ambition  rise, 

And  ardour  fire  our  breast, 
To  reign  in  worlds  above  the  skies, 
In  heav'nly  glories  drest. 

2.  Behold  Jehovah's  royal  hand 
A  radiant  crown  display, 

Whose  gems  with  vivid  lustre  shine,- 
While  stars  and  suns  decay, 

3.  Away  each  grov'ling  anxious  care, 
Beneath  a  christian's  thought . 

I  spring  to  seize  immortal  joys  I 
Which  my  Redeemer  bought. 

4.  Ye  hearts  with  joyful  vigor  warm, 
The  glorious  prize  pursue  ; 

Nor  shall  ye  want  the  goods  of  earth. 
While  heav'nis  kept  in  view. 


94  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  74.     Short  Metre. 

The  happiness  and  security  of  Christ's  shtefi. 
John  x.  28. 

MY  soul  with  joy  attend, 

While  Jesus  silence  breaks; 
No  Angel's  harp  such  music  yields, 

As  what  my  shepherd  speaks. 

2.  I  know  my  sheep  (he  cries) 
My  soul  approves  them  we'll : 

Yain  is  the  treach'rous  world's  disguise 
And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 

3.  I  freely  feed  them  now 
With  tokens  of  my  love, 

But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
And  sweeter  streams  above. 

4.  Unnumber'd  years  of  bliss 
I  to  my  sheep  will  give ; 

And,  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands, 
Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

5.  This  tried  almighty  hand 
Is  rais'd  for  their  defence : 

Where  is    the  pow'rs   shall  reach  them 
there  ? 
Or  what  shall  force  them  thence  ?•' 

6.  Enough  my  gracious  Lord, 
Let  faith  triumphant  cry  ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

~My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live* 
Can  on  this  premise  die. 


HYMN  75.     Common  Metre. 

jtfifieal  of  Christ  for  the  sincerity  of  love  H 
him.     John  xxi.  15. 

DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out, 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2.  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  I 
Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  by  my  heart  to  ev'ry  joy, 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3.  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still  , 
To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4.  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 

Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

€.  Would  not  mine  ardent  spirit  vi* 
With  angels  round  the  throne, 

To  execute  thy  sacred  will, 
And  mgk*  thy  glory  known  ? 


6.  Would  ri^t  my  heart  pour  forth  ivs  blood 

In  hoior  6f tliy  name'? 
And  chalice  the  coi:;  h:  md  of  death 
.  To  damp  th'  immortal  flame. 

7  Thou  know'st  I  Jove  thee,  dearest  Lord, 

ButO  1  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  or  mortal  joys, 

And  Learn  to  iove  thee  more. 


HYMN  76.     Long  Metre. 
Help  obtained  of  God,     Acts  xxvi.  2Sa 

FOR    NBW    YEAR'S-BAY. 

GREAT  God,  we  sin?  that  mighty  handj 
By  which  supported  st*ll  we  stand 
The  op'niwgyear  thy  mercy  shows; 
That  mercy  crowns  it,  till  it  close. 

2.  By  day,  hy  night,  at  home,  abroad. 
Still  are  we  guarded  by  our  God 

By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  council  led. 

3.  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  ow» 
The  future.]  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  the  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet- 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  97 

4.  In  scenes  exalted  or  depress'd, 
Thou  art  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest : 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Ador'd  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5.  W  hen  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs? 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues. 

Our  heljier-GOD,  in  whom  we  trust, 
In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast, 

HYMN  77,    Long  Metre. 

GOD'S  fidelity  in  moderating  temptations, 
1  Cor.  x.  13. 

NOW  let  the  feeble  all  be  strong, 
And  make  Jehovah's  arm  their  song  : 
His  shield  is  spread  o'er  every  sr .ir  t, 
And  thus  supported,  who  shall  faint? 

2.  What  tho'  the  hosts  of  hell  engage 
With  mingled  cruelty  and  rage  ? 

A  faithful  God  restrains  their  hands, 
And  chains  them  down  in  iron  bands. 

3.  Bound  by  his  word  he  will  display, 
A  strength  proponion'd  to  our  day  ; 
And,  when  united  tit  ale  meet, 

Will  show  a  path  of  safe  retreat. 

4.  Thus  far  -*e  prove  that  promise  good. 
Which  Jesus  ratified  with  bleed: 

Still  is  he  gracious,  -wise  aod  just, 
And  still  in  him  let  Israel  trust. 


$»  HYMNS  ANB 

HYMNfS.     Short  Metre. 

Salvation  by  grace.     Eph.  ii.   #; 

GRACE !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  my  ear  ; 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear* 

3.  Grace  first  contrir'd  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 

Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan. 

3.  Grace  taught  my  wand* ring  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4.  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 
Thro*  everlasting  days; 

It  lays  in  heav'n  th'  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

HYMN  79.    Long  Metre. 

Christ'*  service  the  fruit  of  our   labour*  on 
earth.     Phil.    i.  22. 

MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right ! 

To  ev'ry  service  I  can  pay  ; 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 

To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  99 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee, 
Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end? 

Thy  ever-smiting  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  friend. 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 
Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 

Nor  future  days  or  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

At  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live; 

To  him,  who  for  my  ransom  died  ; 
Nor  could  untainted  Eden  give 

Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

£  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  : 

And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  love  hath  animating  pow'r. 


HYMN  80.    Common  Metre, 

Pressing  on  in  the  christian  race.     Phil,  ill, 
12—14. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  ev'ry  nerve? 

And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
Aheav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 


160  HYMNS  AND 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  : 
Foriret  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  ihy  way. 

3  'Tis  God'*;  all  animating  voice, 
1  hat  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

*Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 
Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 

When  victor's  wreaths  and  monarch's  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

-5  Blest  Saviour,  imroducM  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  tact  begun  ; 
Am;  crown'd  w'ha  vict's  j  at  thy  feet 

Iil  lay  my  honors  down. 

HYMN  81.     Short  Metr«. 

An  immediate  attention  to   C,OD*s  -voice  ry* 
quired.     Heb.  iii.    If. 

1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  cails, 

Be  ev'ry  ear  inclin'd  ; 
May  such  a  voice  awake  each  heart., 
And  captivate  the  mind, 

2  If  he  in  thunder  speaks, 

Earth  trembles  at  his  nod  j 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  101 

But  gentle  accents  here  proclaim 
The  condescending  God. 

3  O  harden  not  your  hearts, 

But  hear  his  voice  to-day  : 
Lest,  ere  to-morrow's  earliest  dawn, 
He  calls  your  souls  away. 

4  Almighty  God,  pronounce 

The  word  of  conqu'ring  grace  ; 
So  shall  the  flint  dissolve  to  tears. 
And  scorners  seek  thy  face. 


HYMN  82.    Common  Metre. 
Christ  fire ci»us  to  the  believer,   1    Pet.  ii.  7, 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name  ; 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 

That  heav'n  and  earth  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport,  and  my  trust: 

Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  tovs, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  pov. 'is  can  wish 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet: 

Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
^>r  friendship  halt  so  sweet. 


1©2  HYMNS  AND 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 

The  noblest  balm  of- all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  nam* 
With  my  last  lab'iing  breath; 

Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

HYMN  83.  Short  Metre. 
Communion  'with  God  and  Christ.  1  John  i.  3« 

OUR  heav'nly  father  calls, 

And  Christ  \u\i\ts  us  near; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 

And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  my  griefs ; 
He  pardons  ev'ry  day ; 

Almighty  to  protect  my  soul, 
And  wise  to  guide  my  way. 

3  How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 
What  various  stores  of  good, 

DifFus'd  from  my  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

4  Jesus,  my  living  head, 

I  bless  thy  faithful  care  ; 
Mine  advocate  before  the  throne^ 
And  my  forerunner  there, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  101 

5  Here,  fix  my  roving  heart : 

Here  wait  my  warmest  love, 
Till  the  eommunion  be  compleat 

In  nobler  scenes  above. 


HYMN  84.    P.  M. 

The  Lord  willfirovide.     Gen 

THO'  troubles  assail, 

And  dangers  affright, 

Tho'  friends  should  all  faij, 

And  foes  all  unite. 

Yet  one  thing- secures  us, 

Whatever  betide, 

The  scripture  assures  us, 

The  Lord  will  provide, 

2  The  birds  without  barn 
Or  storehouse  are  fed, 
From  them  let  us  learn 
To  trust  for  our  bread  : 
His  saints  what  is  fitting, 
Shall  ne'er  be  deny'd 

So  long  as  'tis  written, 
The  lord  will  provide. 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships. 
By  tempest  be  tost 

On  perilous  deeps, 
Bui  cannot  be  lost ; 


104  HYMNS  AND 

Though  Satan  enrages 
The  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey, 
Like  Abra'm  of  old, 
Kot  knowing  our  way, 
But  faith  makes  us  bold  : 
For  the*  we  are  strangers. 
We  have  a  good  guide, 
And  trus!  in  all  dangers 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  Satan  appears 
To  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears, 
Wo  triumph  by  faith  ; 
Hi  cannot  take  from  us, 
Tho'  oft  he  has  tried. 

This  heart-cheering  promise,. 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak, 
Our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek 
We  ne'er  shall  obtain  ; 
But  when  such  suggestions 
Oar  spirits  have  ply'd 
This  answers  all  questions, 
The  Lord  will  provide. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.1         103 

7  No  strength  of  our  own, 
Or  goodness  we  claim, 
Yet  since  we  have  known 
Tke  Saviour's  great  name? 
In  this  our  strong  tower 
For  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power. 
The  Lord  will  provide, 

9  When  life  sinks  apace, 
And  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  grace 
Shall  comfort  us  through: 
Not  fearing,  or  doubting, 
With  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting 
The  Lord  will  provide. 


HYMN  85.     P.  M. 

JOSEPH  ?nade  kno%vn  to  Ids  brethren*  Gen. 
xlv.  3.  4. 

WHEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 

Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 

Frora  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 
A  while  his  behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind; 
Bui:,  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 

He  hasted  to  shew  himself  kind. 


'U  HYMNS  AND 

-  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  ha  J  ill  treated  and  sold  t 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 

As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 
84 1  am  Joseph  your  brother,  he  said, 

And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear, 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 

But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here.** 

3.  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 
When  charged  with  purloining  the  cup, 

'hey  now  were  confounded  much  more, 
Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up. 
Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slsin> 
Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  I 
And  will  he  our  houshold  maintain  ? 
O  this  is  a  brother  indeed  I" 

4.  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came;. 
And  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord  ; 

Surrounded -with  terror  and  shame; 

Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
At  first  ..he  look'd  stern  and  severe, 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart. 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence,  "Thou  cursed  depart  I" 

5.  But  oh  !  what  surprise  when  h<?  spoke  ? 
While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face  j 

My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'er  vvhelm'd  and  confounded  by  graces 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  107 

«  Poor  dinner  I  know  thee  full  well, 
By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain; 

But  I  dy'd  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6.  «  I'm  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd, 

And  crucified  often  afresh  : 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd, 

Thy  bi  other,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh  : 
My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply  : 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

7.1<  Go,  publish  to  sinners  around, 

That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
The  mercy  whieh  now  you  have  found. 

And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room.3'' 
Oh  sinners  the  message  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend  ; 
But  come  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus  our  brother  and  friend. 

IT- 
HYMN  86.    Common  Metre., 

The  hitter  water.    Exod.  xr.  23 — 25-. 

BITTER  indeed  the  waters  are 

Which  in  this  desart  flow ; 
Though  to  the  eye  they  promise  fair., 

They  tastf?  of  sin  and  woe. 


108  HYMNS  AND 

2.  Of  pleasing  draughts  I  once  couM  dream. 

But  now  awake,  I  find, 
That  sin  has  poison'd  every  stream, 

And  left  a  curse  behind. 

5.  But  there's  a  wonder  working  wood. 

I've  heard  believers  say, 
Can  make  these  bitter  waters  good, 

And  take  the  curse  away. 

4.  The  virtues  of  this  healing  tree 
Are  known  and  prized  by  few: 

Reveal  this  secret  Lord  to  me, 
That  I  may  prize  it  too. 

5.  The  cross  on  which  the  Saviour  dy'dj 
And  conquer1  d  for  his  saints; 

This  is  the  tree  by  faith  appjy'd, 
Which  sweetens  all  complaints. 

€.  Thousands  have  found  the  bless'd  effect 

Nor  longer  mourn  their  lot ; 
While  on  his  sorrows  we  reflect, 

Our  own  are  all  forgot. 

7.  When  they,  by  faith,  behold  the  cross, 

Tho'  many  griefs  they  meet ; 
T'"»ey  draw  much  gi 

And  find  the  bitter  sv  ect, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  109 

HYMN  87.     P.  M. 
The  Lord  my  banner.     Exod.  xvii.  15. 

BY  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought. 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook, 

2.  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  king, 
Who  sent  him  to  the  fight, 

Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim    aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

3.  Who  ordered  Gideon  forth, 
To  storm  the  invader's  t-anip 

With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known* 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4.  Oh  !  I  have  seen  the  day, 
When  with  a  single  word, 

God  helping  me  to  say, 

My  trust  is  in  the  Lord. 
My  soul  has  quell'd  a  thousand  fees, 
fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 
D 


110  HYMNS.  ANB 

5.  But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Se]f-:ighteousness  and  pride. 

How  often  do  they  steal, 

My  weapons  from  my  side  I 

Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  friend, 

Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end. 


HYMN  88.     Long  Metre. 

T    this  thy  kindness  to- ihij  friend?    Sam. 
xvi.   17. 

POOR,  weak  and  worthless  though  I  am, 
I  have  a  rich  almighty  friend; 

Jeoiis,  the  Saviour,  is  his  name, 
lie  freely  loves  and  without  end. 

2.  He  ransorii'd  me  from  hell  with  blood. 
And  by  his  pow'r  my  foes  controul'd  ; 

lie  found  me,  wand'ring  fur  from  God, 
And  brought  me  to  his  chosen  fold. 

3.  He  cheers  my  heart,  my  wants  supplies, 
And  says  that  I  shall  shortly  be 

Enthroird  with  him  above  the  skies  : 
Oh  !  what  a  friend  is  Christ  to  me. 

S.  But  ah!  my  inmost  spirit  msurns, 
And  well  my  eyes  with  tears  may  swim, 

To  think  of  my  perverse  returns: 
I've  been  a  faithless  friend  to  him. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  in 

5.  Often  my  gracious  friend  I  grieve, 
Neglect,  distrust  and  disobey, 

And  often  Satan's  lies  believe, 
Sooner  tl\an  all  my  friend  can  say. 

6,  He  bids  me  ahvays  freely  come, 
And  promises  whatever  I  ask  : 

But  I  am  strait'ned,  cold  and  dumb, ' 
And  count  my  privilege  a  task. 

T.  Before  the  world  that  hates  his  cause, 
My  treacherous  heart  has  throbb'd  with 
shame ; 

Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applause, 
I  hardly  dare  avow  his  name. 

8.   Sure  were  not  I  most  vile  and  base, 
I  could  not  thus  my  friend  requite  ! 

And  were  not.  he  the  God  of  grace, 

He'd  frown  and  spurn  me  from  his  sight* 


HYMN  69.    Commsn  Metre. 

Fait  lie   review   and   expectation.      ChroR 
xvii,   16,  17. 

AMAZING  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound  I 
That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  !  /    j 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found,        /    / 
WaS  blind,  but  now  I.  see  / 


112  HYMNS  AKD 

2.  'Twas  grace  thattaught  my  hearttofear, 
And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  beiiev'd  ! 

3.  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 

*Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far. 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4.  The  Lord  has  promisV.  good  tome, 
His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5.  Yes  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease  j 

1  shall  possess  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God  who  caiPd  me  here  below, 

WiM  be  forever  mine. 


HYMN  90.     Common  Metre. 

The  joy  oftht  Lord  is  your  strength.     Keh> 
ix.   10. 

JOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
In  nature's  barren  soil ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS*  US 

All  we  can  boast  till  Christ  we  know, 
is  vanity  and  toil. 

2.  .But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  ~race, 
And  made  his  glories  known  ; 

There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

3.  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  fuith, 
A  sense  ofpard'ning  love; 

A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death. 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

4.  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail, 
To  know  that  God  is  mine  ; 

Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable  1  divine! 

5.  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 
And  sanctify  the  mind; 

Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

6.  No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot, 
But  since  you  are  the  Lord's  ; 

Resign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 
Such  joys  &s  earth  affords. 

HYMN  91.    Common  Metre- 
The  name  of  Jesus.     Sol.  Song  i-  S. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds^. 
In  a  believers's  ear  I 


1U  HYMNS  AND 

It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2.  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3.  Dear  name  I  the  rock  on  which  I  build. 
My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 

My  never  failing  treas'ry  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4.  By  thee  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain, 
Aitho'  with  sin  dehTd, 

Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5.  Jesus  1  my  shepherd,  brother,  friend,. 
My  prophet,  priest,  and  king; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way  my  end. 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6.  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
Anci  cold  my  warmest  thought; 

But  when  1  see  thee  as  thou  art 
I'll  praise  thee  as  1  ought. 

7.  'Till  then.  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  ev'ry  fietting  breath; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  US 

HYMN  92.    Sevens. 
O  Lord,  I  will  firaise  thct.     Isa.  xiL 

I  WILL  praise  thee  ev'ry  day 
Now  thine  anger's  turn'd  away ! 
Comfortable  thoughts  arise 
From  the  bleeding  sacrifice. 

2.  Here  in  the  fair  gospel's  field, 
Wells  of  free  salvation  yield 
Streams  of  life,  a  plenteous  store, 
And  my  soul  shall  thirst  no  more. 

3.  Jesus  is  become  at  length 
My  salvation  and  my  strength  ; 
And  his  praises  shall  prolong, 
While  I  live,  my  pleasant  song. 

4.  Praise,  ye  then,  his  glorious  name, 
Publish  his  exalted  fame  ! 

Still  his  worth  your  praise  exceeds. 
Excellent  are  all  his  deeds, 

«5.  Raise  again  your  joyful  soundj 
Let  the  nations  roll  it  around, 
Zion  shout,  for  this  is  he, 
God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  thee. 

HYMN  9  3*     Common  Metre. 

Peter  sinning  and  repenting.  Matt.  xxvi.  73 . 

WHEN  Peter  boasted,  soon  he  fell, 
Yet  was  by  grace  restored; 

/ 

/ 


116  HYMNS  AND 

His  case  should  be  regarded  well 
By  all  who  fear  the  Lord. 

3.  A  voice  it  has,  and  helping  hand, 

Backsliders  to  recall  ; 
And  cautions  those,  who  think  they  stand. 

Lest  suddenly  they  fall. 

3.  He  said,  "  Whatever  others  do, 

With  Jesus  Til  abide  ;" 
Yet  soon  amidst  a  murd'rous  crew 

His  sufTnng  Lord  deny'd. 

.4.  He  who  had  been  so  bold  before. 

Now  trembled  like  u  leaf ; 
Not  only  ly'd  but  cuis'd  and  swore, 

To  gain  the  more  belief. 

5.  While  heblasphem'djheheard  thecocl^ 

And  Jesus  look'd  in  lo\t; 
At  once  as  if  by  lighr'ning  struck. 

His  tongue  forbore  tc  move. 

6  Deliver' d  thus  from  Satnn's  snare, 

He  starts,  as  from  a  sleep  ; 
His  Saviour's  look  be  could  not  bear, 

But  hasted  forth  to  weep. 

7.  Butsurethe  faithful  cock  had  crow'd 

Au  hundred  times  in  vain, 
Had  not  the  Lord  that  look  bestow'd. 

The  meaning  to  explain. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  U7 

S.  As  I  like  Peter  tows  have  made, 

Yet  acted  Peter's  part ; 
So  conscience,  like  the  cock,  upbraids 

My  base,  ungrateful  heart. 

9  Lord  Jesus,  hear  a  sinner's  cry. 

My  broken  peace  renew  ; 
And  grant  one  pitying  look,  that  I 

May  weep  like  Peter  too. 


HYMN  94.    Common  Metre, 
Prayer  for  a  blessing. 

BESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace  ; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 

Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows 
Of  pure  and  heavenly  root : 

But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shews, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes 
The  voice  of  sovereign  love  ! 

Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  crimes,' 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

At  True,  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  stone 
Within  the  youngest  breast, 


118  HYMNS  AND 

Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  roL  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  p:  blic  pray'r  is  made 
Oh  1  join  the  public  pray'r  ! 

For  you  the  secret  tears  is  shed, 
O  shed  yourselves  a  tear  I 

$   We  pi  ay  that  you  may  early  prove 
The  spirit's  pow\  to  te*;ch  ; 

You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus,  whom  we  preach. 


HYMN  -9*.     P.  M. 
Prayer  for  a  revival. 

SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  I 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again; 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die, 

2  Surely  once  thy  garden  fiourish'd, 
Ev'ry  plant  look'd  gay  and  green: 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  ncurish'd. 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  11* 

Bnt  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

S  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love  knd  truth  ? 
Old  professors  tall  as  cedars,  " 

Bright  examples  to  our  youth  ! 
Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below, 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

A  YouBger  plants — the  sight  how  ples*ant, 

Cover'd  thick,  with  blossoms  stood  j 
But  they  cause  grief  at  present, 

Frosts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud  ! 
Dearest  Saviour  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 
Oh  !  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  wot  all  our  hopes  be  vain  1 

Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Maks  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares^ 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh^ 


120  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  9  6.    Long  Metre. 
Exhortation  to  firayer. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat  ! 
Yet,  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  with- 

draw, 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ! 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  aboye. 

3  Restraining  prayer  we  cease  to  fight ; 
pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses   stood   with  arms  spread 

wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 
But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amelek  prevail'd. 

5.  Have  you  no  words!  Ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
\YTith  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 


o   Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent; 
your  cheerful  song;  would  oit'ner  be, 
'•  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


HYMN  97.     P.  M.- 


Alarm, 


STOP,  poor  sinner!  stop  and  think 

Before  you  farther  g o  ! 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting-  woe  ? 
Once  again  I  charge  you  stop  J 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware,  you'll  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake  J. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 

Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  X 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 
When  he  judgment  shail  proclaim, 
And  ths  earth  shall  mslt  away 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Pale-fac'd  death  will  quickly  come 
To  drag  you  to  his  bar ; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 
Will  fill  you  with  despay?: 


122  HYMNS  AN*> 

All  your  sins  will  round  you  croud, 
Sins  of  blood  crimson  dve  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud; 
And  what  can  you  reply  ! 

4  Tho'  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 
Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 

God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  : 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 
(Tho*  they  now  despise  his  grace) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall 
And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope 
You  may  his  mercy  know  : 

Tho'  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
He  still  forbears  the  blow; 

'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  dy'd, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come 

None  who  come  shall  be  deny'd, 
He  says  '*  There  still  is  room." 


HYMN  93.    Common  Metre. 
The  effort. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat 
Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r  ; 

There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  *23 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  pies, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 

Thou  callest  burcien'd  souls  to  thee,- 
And  such,  Q  Lord,  am  I, 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  prest  • 

By  war  'without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shiold  and  hiding  place  1 
That  sheker'd  near  thy  side, 

I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  «  Thou  hast  dy'd." 

5  Ohrwond'rous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die. 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame  ; 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  M  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul  be  still. 
My  promis'd  grace  receive  ; 

'Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


HYMN  99.    Common  Metr. 
Light  shining  out  of  darknes*, 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  j 


12.4  hymns  a:;d 

He  plants  bis  footstep*  in  the  sea, 

And  ricles  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines, 
Of  Never  failing  skill; 

Ke  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take, 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break, 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

A  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  ev'ry  hour; 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err. 
And  scan  his  work  in  vaia, 

God  i»  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  100.    Common  Metre. 

Submission. 

O  LORD,  my  best  desire  fufil, 
And  help  me  to  resign, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  IS 

Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 
What  most  I  prize  to  thee  ? 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor  all  my  journey  through, 
Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 

What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 
Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 

A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth  ! 

6  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 

Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

HYMN  101.     Tens. 

I  will'  trust  and  not  be  afraid, 

BEGONE,  unbelief, 
My  Saviour  is  near, 


And  for  my  relief 
Will  surely  appear; 
By  prsty'r  let  me  wrestle, 
And  he  will  perform, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessdrt^ 

1  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Tho'  dark  be  my  way. 
Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 

'Tis  his  to  provide; 
Tho'  cisterns  be 'broken,- 
And  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken. 
Shall  surely  prevail. 

3  Kis  lore  in  time  past 
Forbids  me  to  think 
He'il  leave  me  at  last 
3n  trouble  fo  sink  ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer 

I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his' good  pleasure 
To  help  me  quite  tfiro'. 

4  Delighting  to  save, 
He  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 
When  Satan's  blind  slave, 
I  sported  with  death  ; 

And  can  he  have  taught  m? 
T«  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  m< 
To  put  me  to  shame  ? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  $27 

j    Why  should  1  complain 

O f  w at) tor  distress. 

Temptation  or  pain  I 

He  told  me  no  less  ; 

Tire  heirs  of  salvation, 

\  know  from  his  word, 

Through  much  tribulation,  -; 

Must  follow  their  Lord. 

6.  How  bitter  that  cup, 
No  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up, 

That  sinners  might  live? _  ■, 

His  way  was  much  rougher. 
And  darker  than  mine  ; 
Bid  Jesus  thus  suffer, 
And  shall  I  repine  ? 

7.  Since  all  that  I  meet 
Shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet, 
The  med'cine  is  food  ; 
Tho*  painful  at  present 
*Twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  Oh  !  how  pleasant 
The  conqueror's  song  ! 

HYMN  102.    Common  Melre, 

Felicity  Above. 

NO,  'tis  in  vain  to  seek  for  bliss ; 
For  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found 


128  HYMNS  AND 

'Till  we  arrive  where  Jesus  is, 
And  tread  on  heav'nly  ground. 

2    There's  nothing  round  these    painted 
Or  round  this  dusty  clod  ;  [skies, 

Nothing,  my  soul  !   that's  worth  thy  joys, 
Or  lovely  &s  thy  tied. 

5  'Tis  heav'n  on  earti  to  taste  his  love, 
To  feel  his  quick'ning  grace  ; 

And  all  the  heav'n  i  hope  above 
Is  but  to  see  his  j#ce. 

4  Why  move  my  years  in  slow  delay? 
O'God  of  ages  I  why  ? 

Let  the  spheres  cleave,  and  mark  my  way 
To  the  superior  sky. 

5  Dear  sovereign  !  break  these  vital  strings 
That  bind  me  to  my  clay  ; 

O  take  me  Uriel,  on  thy  wings, 
And  stretch  and  soar  away. 


HYMN  103.    Common  Metre,, 

Salvation. 

SALVATION  !  what  a  glorious  plan  ; 

How  suited  to  our  need  1 
The  $>;ace  that  raises  fallen  mail, 

la  Wonderful  indeed. 


129 


2  'Ty.t.s  wisdom  formed  the  vast  design, 
To  ransom  us  when  lost  ; 

And  love's  unfathomable  mine 
Provided  all  the  cost. 

3  Strict  justice,  with  approving  look, 
The  holy  coy'nant  sea  I'd  ; 

And  truth,  and  power,  undertook 
The  whole  should  be  fuifiii'd. 

4  Truth,  wisdom,  justice,  povv'r  and  love 
In  all  their  glory  shone  ; 

When  Jesus  left  the  courts  above, 
And  dy'd  to  save  his  own. 

5  Truth,  wisdom,  justice,  pow'r  and  love, 
Are  equally  display'd  :  :<\ 

Now  Jesus  reigns  enthron'd  above 
Our  advocate  and  head. 

6  Now  sin  appears  deserving  death, 
Most  hateful  and  abhor' d  : 

And  yet  the  sinner  lives  by  faith, 
And  dares  approach  the  Lord. 


HYMN  104.  Long  Metre. 
The  Crucifixion. 

NOW  from  the  garden  to  the  cross, 
Let;,  us  attend   the  Lamb  of  God. 


130  HYMNS  AND 

Be  all  tMngs  eke.  accounted  dross. 
Gompar'd  with  sin  atoneing  blood, 

2  f^ec  how  the  patient  Jesus  stands* 
Insulted  in  his  lowest  ease; 

Signers  have  bound  th'  Almighty's  hands-; 
And  spit  in  their  Creator's  face. 

3  With    thorns    his    temples   gord    and 

gash'd, 
Send  Streams  of  blood  from  every  part ; 
His  back  with  knotted  scourges  lash'd; 
But  sharper  scourges  tear  his  heart. 

4  Naii'd  naked  to  th'  accursed  wood, 
Expoi'd  to  eaiih  and  heav'n  above, 

A  spectacle  cf  wounds  and  blood  ; 
A  prodigy  of  injur' d  love  i 

5  Hark  how  his  doleful  cries  c>fT>  Igfct 
Affected  angels,  while  they  view. 

His  friends  forsook  l.im  in  the  night; 
And  now  his  God  forsakes  him  too. 

6  O,  what  a  field  of  battle's  here  ! 
Vengeance  and  love  their  powers  oppose 

Never  was  such  a  mighty  pa  ir 

Never  were  two  such  desp'rate  foes. 

7  Behold  that  pale,  that  languid  face, 
That   drooping   head,   those   cold  dead 

e.)  es  1        - 


SPIRITUAL  SOKGS.  131 

Behold  m  sorrow  and  disgrace 

Our  conq'rir.g  hero  hangs,  and  dies  I 

$   Ye  that  assume  his  sacred  name, 
Now  tell  me  what  can  all  this  mean  ? 

What  was  it  bruis'-d  God's  harmless  Lamb  I 
What  was  it  piere'd  his  soul  but  sin  ? 

9  Blush  Christian,    blush  ;  iet    shame  a- 
If  sin  affects  thee  not  with  woe,  [bound  : 

Whatever  spir't  be  in  thee  found, 

The  spirit  of  Christ  thou  dost  not  know. 


HYMN  105.     Short  Metre. 

LORD,  send  thy  spirit  down, 

On  babes  that  long  to  learn, 
Open  our  eyes ;  and  make  us  wise, 

'Thy  body  to  discern. 

2  *Tis  by  thy  word  we  live, 
And  not  by  bread  alone ; 

The  word  of  truth  from  thy  blest  mouth 
Oj  make  it  clearly  known. 

3  With  what  we  have  received 
Impart  thy  quick'ning  pow'r, 

We  would  be  fed  with  living  bread? 
And  live  forevermore, 


132  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN    106.    Long-  Metre, 
Hafifiiness. 

HAPPY  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 

They  from  the  paths  of  sin  depart  ; 
Rejoice,  and  tremble  at  his  word, 

And  hide  it  deep  within  their  heart. 

2  They  in  his  mercy  hope,  thro' grace ; 
Revere  his  judgments  not  contemn. 

In  pleasing  him  their  pleasuie's  plac'd  ; 
And  his  delight  is  plac'd  in  them : 

3  This  fear,  a  rich  and  endless  store, 
Preserves  the  soul  from  pois'nous  pride 

The  heart  that  wants  this  fear  is  poor, 
Whatever  it  possess  beside. 

A-  This  treasure  was  by  Christ  possest. 

In  this  his  understanding  stood. 
And  ev'rv  one  that's  with  it  blest, 

Has  free  redemption  in  his  blood. 

HYMN  107.     Sevens. 

Ascension, 

JESUS  our  triumphant  head, 
Ris'n  victorious  trom  the  dead, 
To  the  realms  of  glory's  gone, 
To  ascend  his  rightful  throne. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  133 

2  Cherubs  on  the  conquJrer  gaze, 
Seraphs  grow  with  brighter  blaze. 
Each  bright  order  of  the  sky, 
Mail  him,  as  he  passes  by. 

3  Saints  the  glorious  triumph  meet • 
See  their  en'mies  at  his  feet. 

By  his  scars  his  toils  are  view'd, 
And  his  garments  roll'din  blood. 

4  Heav'n  it's  king  congratulates  ; 
Opens  wide  her  golden  gates. 
Angels  songs  of  vict'ry  sing; 
All  the  blissful  regioas  ring. 

5  Sinners  join  the  heav'nly  pow'rs : 
For  redemption  all  is  ours. 

None  but  burden'd  sinners  prove 
Blood  bought  pardon,  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  thou  dear,  thou  worthy  Lord; 
Holy  Lamb,  incarnate  word  ! 

Hail,  thou  suff'ring  son  of  God  ! 
Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood. 


HYMN  108.     P.  M. 
The  Gosfiel. 

REPENT,  ye  sons  of  men,  repent, 
,Hear  the  good  tidings  God  has  sent, 


134  HYMNS  AND 

Of  sinners  sav'd,  and  sins  forgiven, 
And  beggars  ruis'd,  to  reign  in  heav'n. 

Beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beg- 
gars, rais'd  to  reign  in  heav'n.# 

S  God  ^ent  his  son  to  die  for  us, 
Die  to  redeem  us  from  the  curse. 
He  .took  our  weakness,  bore  our  load  ; 
And  dearly  bought  us  with  his  blood. 

Dearly,  dearly,  Sec. 

%  In  guilt's  dark  dungeon  vrhtn  we  lay  : 
Mercy  cried  "tfuiref'  and  justice,  "slay J* 
But  Jebus  answcrM,  "  set  them  free  : 
And  pardon  them,  and  punish  me" 

Pardon,  Pardon,  &c. 

4  Salvation  is  of  God  alone ; 
Life  everlasting  in  his  son  : 

And  he,  that  gave  his  son  to  bleed, 
Will  freely  give  us  all  we  need. 

Freely,  freely,  &c. 

5  Believe  the  gospel  and  rejoice. 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice; 
His  goodness  praise,  his  wonders  tell, 
Who  ransom'd  all  our  souls  from  helL 

Ransom'd,  ransom'd,  fcc* 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  is* 

HYMN  109.     Long  Metre* 

At  Dismission, 

DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word, 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive  ; 
And  let  thy  truth  within  iio  lire. 

3  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good. 
Wash  ail  our  work*  in  Jesus*  blood. 
Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  soul  release ; 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


HYMN  110.    Common  Metre. 
God**  dominion  and  decrees. 

EEEP  silence  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  maker's  nod  : 
The  muse  stands  trembii'ig  while  she  sings 

The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,   and  hell,   and   worlds  un» 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree  :  [known, 

He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Th'  almighty  voice  bid  ancient  night 
Her  endless  realms  resign, 


136  HYMNS  AND 

And,  lo  !  ten  thousand  globes  of  light 
In  fields  of  azure  shine. 

4  Now  wisdom,  with  superior  sway 
Guides  the  vast  moving  frame, 

Whilst  all  the  ranks  of  being  pay 
Deep  rev'rence  to  his  name. 

5  Hei  spake  ;  the  sun  obedient  stood, 
A   I •'  held  the  falling  day  : 

Old  Joicbi:  backward  drives  his  flood, 
And  disappoints  the  sea. 

6  Lord  of  the  armies  of  the  sky, 
He  marshals  all  the  stars  ; 

Red  comets  lift  their  banners  high, 
And  wide  proclaim  his  wars. 

7  ChainM  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies, 
With  «h  the  fates  of  men, 

With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternai  pen. 

8  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 
And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ' 

Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

9  Here  he  exalts  neglected  worms 
To  sceptres  and  a  crown  ; 

Anon  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

10  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 
Nor  God  the  reason  gives; 

Nor  dares  the  favorite  angel  pry 
Between  the  folded  leaves. 

11  My  God,  I  never  long'd  to  see 
My  fate  with  curious  eyes-? 

What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me. 
Or  what  bright  scenes  shall  i  ^>e. 

12  In  thy  fair  book  of  lift  and  grace 
May  I  but  find  my  name, 

Becorded  in  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  lamb. 


HYMN   111.     Common  Metre. 

The  naiiviiy  of  Christ. 

«  SHEPHERDS  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes 

And  send  your  fears  away; 
News  from  the  region  of  the  skies. 

Salvation's  born  to-day, 

3  Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 
Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 

To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
But  not  as  monarchy  do. 

5  No  gold,  no  purple  swaddling-bands, 
No  royal  shining  things  ; 


138  HYMNS  AND 

A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
>  And  holds  the  King  of  kin^s. 

4.  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies* 

And  see  his  humble  throne; 
With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  son,"    ' 

5  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  straight  around 
The  heavenly  armies  throng, 

They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song : 

6  il  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
Let  peace  surround  the  earth; 

Mortals  shall  know  their  maker's  love, 
At  their  redeemer's  birth." 

7  Lord!  and  shall  angels  have  their  songs, 
And  men  no  tunes  to  raise  ? 

O  may  we  loose  these  usQless  tongues 
\V  hen  they  forget  to  praise  ! 

8  Giorv  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

That  pitied  us  forlorn; 
We  ioin  to  sing  our  maker's  love, 
I  or  there's  a  Saviour  born. 

HYMN  112.    Common  Metre. 

God  glorious,  and  sinners  saved, 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shine*  ! 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  I 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  13? 

Known    through  the   earth    by    thousand 
signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 
Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 

And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour 
We  read  thy'patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 
On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 

They  show  the  labor  of  thine  hands, 
Or  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 
To  save  rebellious  worms, 

Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms  j 

5  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  rev'rend  awe  • 
We  love  and  we  adore; 

The  hrst  archangel  never  saw 
So  much  of  God  before. 

6  Here  the  whole  deity  is  known, 
Nor  dares.*:  creature  guess 

Which  of  the  glories  brightest  &hone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

7  When  sinners  broke  the  father's  law, 
The  dying  son  atones; 

Oh,  the  dear  myst'ries  of  his  cross*'! 
The, triumph  of  his  groans  [ 


Uo  HYltfNS  ANB 

8  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Adorn  the  htav'nly  plains  ; 

Sweet  cherubs  learn  ImmanueJ'snamc, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

9  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immo'.al  song? 

Wonder  and  joys  shall  tune  my  heart. 
And  love  comnaand  my  tongue. 


HYMN  113.     Long  Metre. 
The  penitent  pardoned,  J 

HENCE  from  my  soul,  my  sins  depart, 
Your  fatal  friendship  no#  I  see; 

Lonc^  have  you  dwelt  it»o  near  my  heart, 
Hence  to  eternal  distance  flee. 

3  Ye  gave,  my  dying;  Lord  his  wound, 
Yet  I  caress'd  your  vip'rous  brood, 

And  in  my  heartstrings  lapp'd  you  round, 
You,  the  vile  murderers  of  my  God. 

3  Black  h*avy  thought^  like  mountains 
roll  % 

O'er  my  pNobr  breast,  wkh  boding  fears,, 
An  !  c'lsiiiii^  hard  my  tortur'd  ^oul, 

"Wring  tkiou^h  my  eyes  the  briny  tears.. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  141 

4  Forgive  my  treasons,  prince  of  grace, 
The  bloody  Jews  were  traitors  too, 

Yet  thou  hast  pray'd  for  that  curs' d  race, 
"  Father,  they  know  not  what  they  do." 

5  Great  advocate,  look  down  and  see 

A  wretch  who^e  smarting  sorrows  bleed; 

0  plead  the  same  excuse  for  me! 
For,  Lord,  I  knew  not  what  I  did. 

6  Peace,  my  compUdnts;   let  every  groan 
Be  still,  and  silence  wait  his  love  ; 

Compassions  dwell  amidst  his  throne, 
And  through  his  inmost  bowels  movev 

7  Lo,  from  the  everlasting  ?kies, 
Gently  as  morning  dews,  distil, 

The  Dove  immortal  downward  files, 
With  peaceful  olive  in  his  bill. 

€   How  sweet  the  voice  of  pardon  sounds  1 
Sweet  the  relief  to  deep  distress  1 

1  feel  the  balm  that  heals  my  wounds, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  adore  thy  grace. 


'  HYMN   114.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  Eternity. 

ly\  thoughts,  that  often  mount  the  sk 
Go  ssaica  the  world  beneath, 


142  HYMNS  AND 

Where  pature  all  in  ruin  lies, 
And  owns  her  sovereign,  death. 

2  The  tyrant,  how  he  triumphs  here 
'His  trophies  spread  around r 

And  heaps  of  dust  and  bones  appear 
Through-all  the  hollow  ground. 

3  These  sculls,  what  ghastly  figures  now 
How  loathsome  to  the  eyes  ? 

These  are  the  heads  we  Lately  knew, 
bo  beauteous  and  so  wise. 

i 

4.  But  where  the  souls  those  deathless 
That  left  their  dying  clay  ?  [things, 

My  thoughts,  now  stretch  out  all  your 
And  trace  eternity,  [wings, 

5  O  that  unfathomable  sea  1 
Those  deeps  without  a  shore  ! 

Where  living  waters  gently  play, 
Or,  fiery  billows  rear. 

6  Thus  must  we  leave  the  banks  of  life, 

And  try  this  doubtful  sea  ; 
Vain  are  cur  groans  and  dying  strife^ 
To  gain  a  moment's  stay. 

7.  There  we  shall  swim  in  heav'uly  bli?* 

Or  sink  in  flaming  waves, 
While  the  pale  carcase  thoughtless  lies. 

Amongst  the  silent  graves. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  143 

2  Some  hearty  friend  shall  drop  his  tear 

On  our  dry  bones,  and  say, 
**  These  once  were  strong  as  mine  appear, 

And  mine  must  be  us  they." 

10   Thus    shall  our  mould'ring  members 
What  now  our  senses  learn  :         [teach 

For  dust  and  ashes  loudest  preach 
Man's  infinite  concern. 


HYMN  115.     Common  Metre, 
A  eight  of  Heaven  in  sicknets. 

OFT  have  I  sat  iii  secret  sighs 

To  feel  my  flesh  decay, 
Then  groan'd  aloud,  with  flighted  eyes, 

To  view  the  toti'ring  clay. 

S  But  I  forbid  my  sorrows  now, 
Nor  dares  the  flesh  complain  ; 

Diseases  bring  their  profit  too: 
The  joy  o'ercomes  the  pain. 

3  My  cheerful  soul  now  all  the  day 
Sits  waiting  here  and  sings ; 

Looks  through  the  ruins  of  her  clays 
And  practices  her  \ringa. 

A  Faith  almost  changes  into  sight. 
While  from,  afar  she  spies 


144  HYMNS  AN© 

Her  fair  inheritance,  in  light 
Above  created  skies. 

5  Had  but  the  prison  walls  been  strong, 
And  firm  without  a  flaw, 

In  darkness  she  had  dwelt  too  long, 
And  less  of  glory  saw. 

6  But  now  the  everlasting  hills 
Through  every  chink  appear, 

And  something  of  the  joy  she  feels 
While  she's  a  pris'ner  here. 

7  The  shines  of  heaven  rush  sweetly  in 
At  all  the  gaping  flaws; 

Visions  of  endless  bliss  are  seen; 
And  native  air  she  draws. 

8  O  may  these  walls  stand  tott'ring  still, 
The  breaches  never  close, 

If  I  must  here  in  darkness  dwell, 
And  all  this  glory  lose  1 

9  Or  rather  let  this  flesh  decay, 
The  ru  ins  wider  grow, 

'Till  glad  to  see  th'  enlarged  way, 
I  stretch  my  pinions  through. 

HYMN  116.     Common  Metre. 
The  atheist**  ?nistake. 
LAUGH,  ye  profane,  and  swell,  and  burst, 
With  bold  impiety: 


u 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  145 

Yet  shall  ye  live  forever  curs'cV 
And  seek  in  vain  to  die. 

2  The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Consigns  your  souls  to  chains, 

By  the  last  agonies  of  death 
Sent  down  to  fiercer  pains. 

3  Ye  stand  upon  a  dreadful  steep  j 
And  all  beneath  is  hell ; 

Your  weighty  guilt  will  sink  you  deep 
Where  the  old  serpent  fell.     ^ 

4  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  fiesbj 
With  strange  surprise  you'll  find 

Immortal  vigour  spring  afresh  : 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind  I 

5  Then  you'll  confess  the  frightful  names 
Of  plagues  you  scorn'd  fceibre, 

No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  'tales  no  more. 

6  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 
(With flames  upon  your  tongues,) 

When  you  exchanged  your  souls  away 
•For  vanity  and  songsJ  . 

7  Behold  the  saints  rejoice  to  die, 

For  heav'ii  shines  round  iheir  heads; 
And  an^el  guards,  prepaid  to  fir, 
Attendiheir  fainting  beds. 


146  HYMNS    AND 

8  Their  longing  spirits  part  and  rise 
To  their  celestial  seat; 

Above  these  ruinable  skies 
They  make  their  last  retreat. 

9  Hence,  ye  profane,  I  hate  your  way 
I  walk  with  pious  souls  ; 

There's  a  wide  difference  in  our  race, 
And  distant  are  our  goals. 


HYMN  lir.    Common   Metre. 
Remember  your  creator^  i?c.  Eccles.  xii. 

CHILDREN,  to  your  creator,  God, 

Your  early  honors  pay* 
While  vanity  and  youthful  blood 

Would  tempt  your  thoughts  astray. 

%  The  mem'ry  of  his  mighty  name 

Demands  your  first  regard  ; 
Nor  dare  Indulge  a  meaner  flame 

'Till  you  have  lov'd  the  Lord. 

3  Be  wise,  and  make  his  favour  sure, 
Before  the  mournful  days, 

When  youth  and  mirth  a.ie  known  no  more 
And  life  and  strength  decays. 

4  No  more  the  blessings    of  a  feast 
Shall  relish  on  the  tongue, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  UT 

The  heavy  ear  forgets  the  taste 
And  pleasure  of  a  song. 

5  Old  age  with  all  her  dismal  train, 
Invades  your  golden  years, 

With  sighs,  and  groans,  and  raging  pain. 
And  death  that  never  spares. 

6  What  will  you  do  when  light  departs, 
And  leaves  your  with'ring  eyes 

Without  one  beam  to  cheer  your  hearts 
From  the  superior  skies  I 

7  When  nature's  strong  supporters  bow, 
And  totter  with  their  weight, 

How  will  you  meet  God's  frowning  brow, 
Or  stand  before  his  seat  ? 

3   Can  you  expect  your  feeble  arms 

Shall  make  a  strong  defence. 
When  death  with  terrible  alarms, 

Summon  the  pris'ner  hence  ? 

9  The  silver  bands  of  nature  burst, 
And  let  the  building  fall  ; 

The  flesh  goes  down  to  mix  with  dust5 
Its  vile  original. 

10  Laden  with  guilt,  (a  heavy  load,) 
Uncleans'd  and  unforgiv'n 

-phe  soul  returns  t'  an  angry  God, 
To  be  shut  out  from  heav'n. 


148  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN    118.     Common  Metre. 
The  Welcome  Messenger* 

LORD,  when  we  see  a  saint  of  thin* 

Lie  gasping  out  his  breath, 
With  longing  eyes,  and  looks  divine, 

Smiling  and  pleas'd  in  death. 

2  How  could  we  e'en  contend  to  lay 
Oui  limbs  upon  that  bed  I 

We  ask  thine  envoy  to  convey 
Our  spirits  in  his  stead. 

3  Our  souls  are  rising  on  the  wing, 
To  venture  in  his  place ; 

For  when  grim  death  has  lost  his  sting, 
He  has  an  angel's  face. 

4  Jesus,  then  purge  my  crimes  away  ; 
'Tis  guilt  creates  my  fears, 

'1  is  guilt  gives  death  its  tierce  array, 
And  all  the  arms  it  bears. 

5  Oh!  if  my  threat'ning  sins  were  gone, 
And  death  had  lost  his  sting, 

I  could  invite  the  angel  on, 
And  chide,  his  lazy  wing. 

6  Away  these  interposing  days, 
And  let  the  layers  meet; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  14§ 

The  angel  has  a  cold  embrace, 
But  kind,  and  soft,  and  sweet. 

7  I'd  leap  at  once  my  three-  score  years, 

I'd  rush  into  his  arms, 
And  loose  my  breath,  and  all  my  cares, 

Amidst  those  heavenly  charms. 

t  Joyful  I'd  lay  this  body  down, 

And  leave  the  lifeless  clay, 
Without  a  sigh,  without  a  groan, 

And  stretch  and  soar  away. 


HYMN  119.     Short  Metre. 
Sincere  fir aisc. 

ALMIGHTY  maker,  God  ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad 

Through  the  creation's  frame  ! 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 

Thine  undissembled  praise. 

Sin  native  white  and  red 

The  rose  and  liily  stand, 
And  free  from  pride,  their  beauties  spread^ 

To  show  thy  skilful  hand. 


150  HYMNS  AND 

4  The  lark  mounts  up  the  sky, 
With  unambitious  song, 

And  bears  her  maker's  praise  on  high 
Upon  her  artless  tongue. 

5  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  creator  too, 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  king, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

6  But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  all  that  I  perform  ; 

Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in, 
And  swells  a  haughty  worm. 

7  Thy  glories  I  abate, 

Or  praise  thee  with  design  ; 
Some  of  thy  favors  I  forget, 
Or  think  the  merit  mine. 

8  The  very  soags  I  frame, 
Are  faithless  to  thy  cause, 

And  steal  the  honors  of  thy  name 
To  build  their  own  applause  ! 

9  Create  my  soul  anew, 
Else  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 

This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true: 
Until  its  form'd  again. 

10  Descend  celestial  fire, 
And  seize  me  from  above, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  151 

Melt  me  in  flames  of  pure  desire, 
A  sacrifice  to  love. 

1 1  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend, 

In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 


HYMN  120*    Common  Metre. 
Condescending  grace. 

In  imitation  of  the  With  Psalm, 

WHEN  the  Eternal  bows  the  skies, 

To  \isit  earthly  things, 
With  scorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 

From  towers  of  haughty  kings  ! 

2  Rides  on  a  cloud  disdainful  by 

A  Sultan  or  a  Czar, 
Laughs  at  the  worms  that  rise  so  high, 

Or  frowns  them  from  afar  ; 

S  He  bids  his  awful  chariot  roll 
Far  downward  from  the  skies, 

To  visit  every  humble  soul, 
With  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

4  Why  should  the  Lord  that  reigns  above 

Disdain  so  lofty  kings  ? 


52  HYMNS  AND 

Say,  Lord,  and  why  euch  looks  of  love 
Upon  such  worthless  things  ? 

5  Mortals  lie  dumb,  what  creature  darc« 
Dispute  his  awful  will  ? 

Ask  no  account  of  his  affairs, 
But  tremble  and  be  still.. 

6  Just  like  his  nature  is  his  grace, 
Ail  sov'reign  and  all  free  ; 

Great  God,  how  searchless  is  thy  ways. 
Hew  deep  thy  judgments  be  ! 


HYMN  121.    Long  Metre. 
Chriut  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 

HE  dies  !  the  heav'nly  lover  dies  ! 

The  tiJings  strike  a  doleful  sound 
On  my  poor  heartstrings  :   deep  he  lies 

In  the  cold  caverns  of  the  ground  ! 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
On  the  dear  bosom  of  your  God  ; 

He  shed  a  tnousand  drops  for  you, 
,    A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  tor  men  ! 

But,  lo,  what  suddeixjoys  I  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  U$ 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb, 
Up  to  his  father's  court  he  flies  ; 

Cherubic  Regions  gu -wd  him  borne, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  roar  teats*  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  deliv'rer  reigns  ; 

Sing  ho-?  he  spoil  d  the  hosts  of  hc-H. 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  cliains. 

6  Say,  <f  Live  for  ever,  wondrous  king  I 
Born  to  redeem,  end  strong  lq  safe  i5' 

Then  ask  the  monster,  *•  wheV-%  thy  sting? 
And  wliere's  thy  vict'rr,  boasting  gra^eiV 


HYMN  122.    Common  Metre, 
The  iqng  of  angels  above, 

EARTH  lias  detain'd  me  prisoner  long, 

And  I'm  grown  weary  now  : 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue. 

There's  .nothing  here  for  you. 

2  Tir'd  in  my  thoughts,  I  stretch  me  down, 
And  upward  gjance  mine  eyes, 

Upward  (my  father)  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

- 

3  There  the  dear  man,  my  Saviour,  sits. 
The  God  how  bright  he  shines  ! 

And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 


i54  HYMNS  AND 

4  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 
Circle  the  throne  around, 

And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

5  Jesus  the  Lord  their  hearts  employs, 
Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ; 

Jesus,  the  name  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string* 

6  Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
Of  time  and  space  they  run, 

And  speak  in  most  majestic  sounds, 
The  Godhead  of  the  Son. 

7  How  on  the  father's  breast  he  lay, 
The  darling  of  his  soul, 

Infinite  years  before  the  day 
Or  heavens  begun  to  roll. 

8  And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tone, 
And  gentler  notes  they  play, 

And  bring  th'  eternal  Godhead  down 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 

■■9  O  sacred  beauties  of  the  man  ! 

(The  God  resides  within) 
His  flesh  all  pure,  without  a  stain, 

His  soul  without  a  sin. 

10  Then,  how  he  look'd,  and  how  hesmil'd, 
What  wond'rous  things  he  said  ! 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  155 

Sweet  cherubs,  stay,  dwell  here  a  while, 
And  tell  what  Jesus  did. 

1 1  At  his  command  the  blind  awake, 
And  feel  the  gladsome  rays  ; 

He  bids  the  dumb  attempt  to  speak, 
They  try  their  tongues  in  praise. 

12  He  shed  a  thousand  blessings  round 
Where'er  he  turn'cl  his  eye  ; 

He  spoke,  and  at  the  sovereign  sound 
The  hellish  legions  fly. 

1  3   Thus,  wrhile  with  an  ambitious  strife 

Th'  ethereal  minstrels  rove 
Through  all  the  labors  of  his  life, 

And  wonders  of  his  love  ; 

14  In  the  full  choir  a  broken  string 
Groans  with  a  strange  surprise  ; 

The  rest  in  silence  mourn  their  king. 
That  bleeds,  and  loves,  and  dies. 

15  Seraph  and  saint,  with  drooping  wings, 
Cease  their  harmonious  breath  ; 

No  blooming  trees,  nor  bubbling  springs, 
While  Jesus  sleeps  in  death. 

15  Then  all  at  once  to  living  strains 

They  summons  every  chord, 
Break  up  the  tomb,  and  burst  his  chains, 

And  show  their  rising  Lord. 


156  HYMNS  AND 

IT  Around  the  flaming  army  throngs 

To  guard  him  to  the  skies, 
With  loud  hosannas  on  their  tongues, 

And  triumph  Lg  their  eyes. 

18  In  awful  state  the  conqu'ring  God 
Ascends  his  shining  throne, 

While  tuneful  an~els  sound  abroad 
The  vict'ries  he  has  won. 

19  Now  let  me  rise,  and  join  their  song, 
And  be  an  angel  too  ; 

±\ly  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

20  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise: 

Oh  for  some  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 
My  spirit  to  the  skies  \ 

2  1  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour,  sit, 
There  I  would  fain  have  place 

Amongst  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  his  face. 

22   I  am  confiVd  to  earth  no  more, 

But  mount  in  haste  above. 
To  bless  the  God  that  I  adore, 

And  sing  the  man  I  *ove„ 


i  ritual  so,;gs.        w 

II Y  M X  123.    Lon %  Metre* 

TheJarcwelL 

I ' I?,  AD  be  my  heart  to  all  below, 
To  mortal  joys  and  mortal  cares; 

To  sensual  bliss,  that  charms  us  so, 
Be  dark  my  eyes  and  deaf  my  ears. 

'  2  Here  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 
Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize  ; 
Their  paradise  shall  never  waste 

One  thought  of  mine  but  to  despise. 

3  All  earthly  joys  are  over-weighed 
Willi  mountains  of  vexatious  care  ; 

And  where's  the  sweet  that  is  not  laid 
A  bait  to  some  destructive  snare  I 

4  Be  gone  forever  mortal  things  ! 
Thou  mighty  molehill  earth,  farewell  I 

Angels  aspire  on  lofty  wings, 

And  leave  the  globe  for  ants  to  dwell.- 

5  Come,  heaven-  and  fill  my  vast  desired 
My  soul  pursues  the  sovereign  good : 

She  was  all  made  of  heavenly  fires, 
Nor  can  she  live  on  meaner  food. 

HYMN   124*     Common  Metre. 

Sovereignty  and  grace, 

THE  Lord  !  how  fearul  is  his  name  I 
How  wide  is  his  command  1 


158  HYMNS  AND 

Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame; 
Rests  on  his  mighty  hand. 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 
And  light  his  aw^jl  robe; 

Whilst,  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  breath 
C~n  swell  or  sink  the  seas  ; 

Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them,  as  he  please. 

4  Adoring  angels  round  him  fall, 
In  all  their  shining  forms, 

His  sovereign  eye  looks  through  them  all, 
And  pities  mortal  worms. 

5  His  bowels  to  our  worthless  race 
In  sweet  compassion  move  ; 

He  clothes  his  looks  with  softest  grace> 
And  takes  his  title,  love. 

6  Now  let  the  Lord  forever  reign, 
And  sway  us  as  he  will, 

Sick,  or  in  health,  in  ease,  or  pain, 
We  are  his  fav'rites  still. 

7  No  more  shall  peevish  passion  rise, 
The  tongue  no  more  complain  ; 

'Tis  sovereign  love  that  lends  our  joys^ 
And  love  resumes  again. 


H YM N  12  5.     Long  M  e  t re . 
The  law  ana t  gospel. 

"  CURS'D  be  the  -man,  forever  curs'dj 
That  doth  one  wilful  sin  commit; 

Death  and  damnation  for  the  first. 
Without  relief,  and  infinite." 

2  Thus  Sinai  roars  ;  and  round  the  earth 
Thunder  and  fire,  and  vengeance,  flings  ;■ 

But  Jesus,  thy  dear  gasping  breath, 
And  Calvary,  say  gentler  things. 

3  **  Pardon  and  grace,  and  boundless  love, 
Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood, 

And  life  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
Dear  purchas'd  by  a  bleeding  God." 

4  Mark,  how  he  prays,  (the  charming  sound 
Dwells  on  his  dying  lips  )  Forgive  1 

And  ev'ry  groan  and  gaping  wound 
Cries,  "  Father,  let  the  rebels  live." 

5  Go,  you  that  rest  upon  the  law, 
And  toil,  and  seek  salvation  there, 

Look  to  the  flames  that  Moses  saw, 

i   And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair. 

6  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  cross, 
Saviour  at  thy  dear  feet  I  lie  ; 

And  the  keen  sword  that  justice  draws,- 
Flaming  and  red,  shall  pass  me  by.  j 


160 

HYMN  125.    Long  Metre. 

A  preparatory  thought  for  tl)?*  Lord's  Su/i- 
Jisr.     In  imitation  of Isa.  ixii.  i,2,3. 

YV  HAT  heav'nly  man,  or  lovely  God, 
Comes  marching  downward  from  the 
skies, 

Array'd  in  garments  roll'd  in  blood, 
With  joy  and  pity  in  his  eyes  ? 

2  The  Lord  !  the  Saviour  !  yes  'lis  he, 
I  know  him  by  the  smiles  he  wears 

Dear  glorious  man  that  dy7d  for  me, 
Drench'd  deep  in  agonies  and  tears  ! 

3  Lo,  he  reveals  his  shining  breast 
I  own  those  wounds,  an$  I  adore : 

Lo.    he  prepares  a  royal  least, 

weet  fruit  of  the  sharp  pangs  he  bore  I 


4  Whence  now  these  favors  so  divine? 
Lord  !  why  so  lavish  of  thy  blood  ? 

WThy  for  such  early  souls  as  mine 
.This  heav'nly  flesh,  this  sacred  food? 

5  'Twas  his  own  love  that  made  him  bleed, 
That  naii'd  him  to  the  cursed  tree; 

'Twas  his  own  love  this  table  spread, 
For  such  unworthy  worms  as  we* 

6  Then  let  us  taste  the  Saviour's  love, 
Gome,  faith,  and  feed  upon  the  Lord  s 


sriHITUAL  59^65.  m 

Wiih  glad  consent  our  lips  shall  roeve, 
And  sweet  bosannas  crown  the  beard. 


HYMN  127.     P.  M. 

Converse  tvith  Christ. 

I'M  tir'd  with  visits,  modes,  and  forms  ; 
And  ilatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms ; 

Their  conversation  cloys  ; 
Their  vain  amours,  and  empty  stuff; 
But  Ire  an  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  best  company,  my  Lord,  thou  liiV 
of  all  my  joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  passions  move? 

The  captives  of  his  tongue  ; 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound. 
Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold,  nor  think 
the  darkness  long* 

3  There,  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  my  sins  (a  heavy  load !) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame, 
And  weep,  and  groan,  and  bless  the  name 
That  knew  not  guilt  nor  grief  of  his  own, 
but  bare  it  all  for  me. 


lr/2  HYMXS  AKf) 

4  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  passions  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears: 
Yet  with  the  sympathetic  smart    [Heart; 
M  There's  a    strange  joY  beats  ratind  my 
The   cursed    tree  has  blessings    in't,  my 
sweetest  balm  it  bears. 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  sufferer  tell, 
How  on  the  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell, 

And  all  the  pow'rs  beneath: 
Transported  and  inspir'd  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song; 
"  How  has  the  serpent  lost  his  sting,  and 
where's  thy  vict'ry  death  :" 

6  But  when  he  shews  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  fire  : 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  sounds  with- 
more  intense  desire. 

7  Kindly  he  ope's  to  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains ; 
Thus,  while  I  ease  ifly  burden'd  heart, 
In  ev'ry  woe  he  bears  a  part, 
His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand  my 
drooping  head  sustains. 


Spiritual    songs; 

IIV2.1N  126.     Common  Meti 

Tbefiresenct  of  God  tvirth   dying 
the  death  J  Moses>. 

LOUD,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
To  aee  thy  lovely  Lite, 

To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight 
And  feel  thv  vital  rays. 


2  This  Gabriel  knows,  andsirgs  thyiiam< 
With  rapture  on  his  tongue  ; 

Moses,  the  saint,  enjoys  the  same, 
And  heav'n  repeats  the  song. 

3  While  the  bright  nation  sounds  thy  pi  ais< 
From  each  eternal  hill, 

Sweet  odours  of  exhaling  grace 
The  happy  region  fill. 

4  Thy  love,  a  sea  without  a  shore, 
Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad: 

O  'tis  a  heav'n  worth  dying  for 
To  see  a  smiling  God  1 

5  Show  me  thy  face,  and  I'll  away 
From  all  inferior  things  ; 

Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  quit  my  clay, 
And  stretch  my  airy  wings. 

6  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  sky 
The  wond'rous  prophet  try'd  ; 

"Climb  u  pthe  mount,'-  says  G  od, "  and  die  ;*' 
The  prophet  climb'd  and  died. 


154  HYMNS  ANB 

7  Softly  his  faii^ing  head  he  laid 
Upon  his  Maker's  breast, 

His  JVIakefr  kiss'd  his  soul  away, 
And  laid  his  flesh  to  rest. 

8  In  God's  own  arms  he  left  the  breath 
That  God's  own  spirit  gave  ; 

His  was  the  noblest  road  to  death, 
And  his  the  sweetest  grave. 


HYMN  12  9.     Common  Metre. 
Lbngingfor  Christ's  return. 

O  'TWAS  a  mournful  parting  day  ! 

"Farewell,  my  spouse,"  he  said, 
(How  tedious  Lord  is  thy  delay  1 

How  long  my  love  hath  staid  ! 

2  ;-  Farewel!  ;"  at  once  he  left  the  ground, 
And  climb'dhis  father' s>  sky: 

Lord,  I  would  tempt  thy  charriot  down, 
Or  leap  to  thee  on  high. 

3  Round  the  creation  wild  I  rove, 
And  search  the  globe  in  vain; 

There's  nothing  here  that's  worth  my  love 
Till  thou  return  again. 

4  My  passions  fly  to  seek  their  king, 
And  send  their  groans  abroad, 


A 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  105 


They  beat  the  air  with  heavy  wins$ 
And  mourn  an  absent  God. 


5  With  inward  pain  my  hearlsti  ings  sound, 

Ivly  soul  dissolves  away  ; 
Dear  Sovereign,  whirl  the  seasons  rounds 

And  bring  the  promis'd  day. 


HYMN  130.      Common  Metre. 
A  rational  defence  of  the   Gospel, 

SHALL  atheists  dare  insult  the  cross 

Of  our  incarnate  God? 
Shall  infidels  revile  his  truth, 

And  trample  on  his  blood  ? 

2  What  if  he  chose  mysterious  ways 
To  cleanse  us  from  our  faults  ? 

May  not  the  works  of  sovereign  grace 
Transcend  our  feeble  thoughts  ? 

3  What  if  this  gospetbids  us  strive 
With  flesh,  and  seii  and  sin  ? 

The  prize  is  most  divinely;  bright, 
That  we  are  call'd  to  win. 

4  What  if  the  men,  despis'd  on  earthy 
Stiil  of  his  ^rac:  partake? 

This  but  confirms  his  truth  the  more, 
For  zv,  the  prophets  spake. 


156  HYMNS  AND 

5  Do  some  that  own  this  sacred  trulhJ 
tndillgf  their  souls  in  sin? 

None  sh'.uW  reproach  Jhe  Saviour's  name, 

His  laws  are  pure  and  clean. 

6  Then  let  our  faith  be  firm  and  strong. 
Our  lips  profess  his  .word; 

Nor  evershiui  those  holy  men, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord. 


HYMN  131.  Long  Metre. 

Faith  connected  with  salvation.  Rom.  i.  16. 
Heb.  x.  39. 

NOT  by  the  laws  of  innocence 

Can  Adam's  sons  arrive  at  heaven  ; 

New  works  can  give  us  no  pretence 
To  have  our  ancient  sins  forgiven. 

2    Not  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done, 
Can  make  a  wounded  conscience  whole  ; 

Faith  is  the  grace,  and  faith  alone, 

That  flies  to  Christ,  and  saves  the  soul. 

5   Lord,  I  believe  thy  heavenly  word, 
Fain  would  I  have  my  soul  renew'd  ; 

I  mourn  for  sin,  and  trust  the  Lord, 
To  have  it  pardon'd  and  subdu'd. 

A,    O  may  thy  grace  its  power  display, 
Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign } 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  167 

Save  me  in  thine  appoint  d  way, 
Nor  let  my  humble  faith  be  vain. 


HYMN  132.  Common  Metre. 
Holy  fortitude.     1    Cor.  xvi.  13. 

AM  la  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  folio    er  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Mu'st  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  thro'  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  rae  to  faee  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  viLe  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 
Shall  conquer  tho'  they  die  ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


!6S  HYMNS  AND 

&   When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'iy  through  the  skies,. 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


HYMN  133.    Long  Metre. 

Gravity  mid  Decency* 

BEHOLD  the  sons,  the  heirs  of  God, 
So  dearly  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  ! 
Are  they  not  born  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  shall  they  stoop  to  earthly  toys  ? 

2  Can  laughter  feed  ti.'  immortal  mind  ? 
Were  spirits  of  celestial  kind 

Made  for  a  jest,  for  sport  and  play. 
To  wear  out  time,  and  waste  the  day  ? 

3  iDoth  vain  discourse,  or  empty  mirth, 
Well  suit  the  honors  of  their  birth  ? 
Shall  they  be  fond  of  gay  attire, 
Which  children  love,  and  fools  admire  I 

4  What  if  we  wear  the  richest  vest, 
Peacocks  and  flies  are  bc'/.c;-  oi  est ; 
This  flesh  with  all  its  gaudy  forms, 
Must  drop  to  dust,  and  Iced  the  worms. 

5  Lord,  raise  our  hearts  and  passions  higher 
Touch  our  vain  souls  with  sacred  fire  ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  165 

Then  with  a  heaven-directed  eye, 
We'll  pass  these  glittering'  trifles  by... 

6  We'll  look  on  all  the  toys  below 
With  such  disdain  as  angels  do  ; 
And  wait  the  call  that  bids  us  rise 
To  mansions  promis'd/in  the  skies. 


HYMN  134.     F.  M. 

UNION. 

COME  Saints  and  Sinners  hear  me  tell- 
The  wonders  of  EmanucU 
Who  sav'd  mc  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  mexhcav!nly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  rue  from  on  high, 
Beheld  ray  soul  in  fuin  lie, 
Ke  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
-And  said  to  mc,  as  he  pass'd  by, 

"  With  God  you  have  no  union." 

5  Then  T  began  to  weep  and  cry, 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fiv  ; 
It  g|  iev'd  me  so  that;  f  must  die — 
I  strove  dtilvafion  for  to  buy, 

Bur.  stiil  I  had  no  union. 


170  HYMNS  AND 

4  But  when  I  look'cf  to  Christ  the  way, 
I  saw  my  sins  all  flee  away  ! 
Wash'd  in  his  blood  this  very  day  ! 
And  O  !  my  God,  is  grace  thus  free  I 

Here  is  the  heavenly  union. 

5  Glory  to  God,  that  took  me  in, 
And  sav'd  my  soul  from  hell  and  sin: 
Pr«ise  to  the  Lamb  that  wash'd  me  clean— 
And  O  .   what  seasons  I  have  seen 

Ever  since  I  felt  this  union. 

6  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
And  went  from  house  to  hou&e  to  pray  ; 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  always  found  1  had  something  to  say- 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

7  I  wonder  why  the  saints  don't  sin  gy 
And  praise  their  God  upon  the  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  their  King, 

Who  brought  their  souls  to  union. 

8  Oh!  come  backsliders,  come  away, 
And  learn  to  do  as  weli  us  say, 

See  that  you  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day, 

And  then  you'll  feel  this  union. 

9  We  soon  shallieave  all  things  below, 
And  quit  the  climes  of  pain  and  woe; 


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And  then  we  will  to  glory  go, 
There  shall  we  see,  and  hear,  andknow, 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 

10  Come  heaven  and  earth  unite  your  lays, 
And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise  ; 

And  O  my  soul  look  on  and  gaze — 
He  bleeds,  he  dies,  your  souls  he  saves, 
And  gives  you  heavenly  union. 

1 1  O  could  I,  like  an  angel,  sound 
Salvation  through  the  eanh  around, 
The  Devil's  kingdom  to  confound, 
I'dtrtumph  o'er  Emanuel's  ground, 

And  spread  this  glorious  union. 

IS  And  then  to  heaven  I  would  go, 
Jesus  to  see,  my  Go  1  to  know  ; 
My  love  to  him  shall  ever  grow  ; 
I'll  sing  and  praise  as  angels  do, 
This  is  th'  eternal  union. 


HYMN  135.     Long  Metre. 

Justice  and  equity.  Matt.  vii.  xii. 

BLESSED  Redeemer,  how  divine, 
How  righteous  is  th|s_  rule  of  thine — 
*'  Never  to  deal  with  others  worse. 
Thaa  we  would  have  them  deal  with  us." 


172  HYMNS  AND 

2  This  golden  lesson, -short  and  plain, 
Gives  not  the  mind  nor  memory  pain  : 
And  every  conscience  must  approve 
This  universal  lav/  of  love. 

3  'Tis  written  in  each  mortal  breast, 
Where  all  oui    enderest  wishes  rest: 
We  draw  it  from  oui  inmost  veins, 
Where  love  to  self  resides  and  reigns; 

4  Is- reason  ever  at -a  loss? 

Call  in  self-love  to  judge  the  cause  : 
Let  our  own  fondest  passions  shew 
How  we  s'uould  treat  our  neighbour  too* 

5  How  blessed  would  every  nation  proTf^ 
Thus  rul'd  by  equity  and  love  ! 

All  would  be  frcinds  without  a  foe, 
And  form  a  paradise  below. 

6  Jesus,  forgive  us,  that  we  keep 
Thy  sacred  law  of  love  asleep; 
And  take  our  envy,  wrath  and  pride, 
Those  savage  passions  for  our  guide. 


HYMN  IS 6.     Common  Metre. 

Sincerity  and  truth,     Phil.  iv.  8. 

LET  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name 
Their  holy  vows  fulfil : 


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The  saints,  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Are  men  of  honor  still. 

2  True  to  the  solemn  oaths  they  take, 
Tho*  to  their  hurt  they  swear: 

Constant  and  just  to  all  they  speak, 
For  God  and  angels  hear. 

5  Still  with  their  lips  their  hearts  agree, 

Nor  flattering  words  devise: 
They  know  the  God  of  truth  can  see 

Thro'  every  false  disguise. 

4  They  hate  the  appearance  of  a  lie, 

In  all  the  shapes  it  wears  ; 
Firm  to  the  truth— and  when  they  die,. 

Eternal  life  is  theirs. 

§  Lo  !  from  afar  the  Lord  descends, 
And  brings  the  judgment  down  ; 

He  bids  his  saints,  his  faithful  friends, 
Rise  and  possess  their  crown. 

€   While  Satan  trembles  at  the  sight, 

And  devils  wish  to  die, 
Where  will  the  faithless  hypocrite 

And  guilty  liar  fly? 

HYMN  137.     Long  Metre. 
A    lovely     youth  falling  short    of  /haven, 

Mark  x.  21. 
MUST  all  the  charms  of  nature  then, 
So  hopeless  to  salvation  prove  ? 


174  HYMNS  AND 

Can  bell  demand,  can  heaven  condemn 
'The  man  whom  Jesus  deigns  to  love  ? — ^ « 

2  The  man  who  sought  the  ways  of  truth, 
iJaid  friends  and  neighbours  all  their  due  ; 
.  i  modest,  sober,  lovely  youth, 

Who  tiiought  he  wanted  nothing  now. 

3  But  mark  the   change     thus  spake  the 

Lord, 
*   Come,  part  with  earth  for  heaven  to-day  :" 
The  yuuth  astonish'd  at  the  word, 
In  silent  sadness  went  his  way. 

4  Poor  virtues,  that  he  boasted  so, 
his  test  unable  to  endure, 

\  .et  Christ,  and  grace,  and  glory  go, 
Y  j  make  his  land  And  money  sure. 

5  Ah  fooli-sh  choice  of  treasure  here  ! 
-  -  hi  fatal  love  of  tempting  gold  ? 

'  lust  this  b  ise  world  be  bought  so  dear  ? 
.nd  life  and  heaven  so  cheaply  sold  ? 

In  vi  in  the  charms  of  nature  shiae, 
this  vile  passion  governs  me  ; 
vansibrm  my  soul,  O  love  divine  ! 
And  make  me  part  with  all  for  thee. 

HYMN  138.     Common  Metre. 
None  excluded  from  ho  fie. 

SUS,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 
Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak  ; 


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Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage, 

Doth  thy  salvation  flow  : 
'Tis  not  confin'd  to  sex,  or  age, 
.  The  lofty,  or  the  low. 

-3   While  grace  is  ofFer'd  to  the  prince, 
The  poor  may  take  their  share. 

No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence, 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Be  Wise,  ye  men  of  strength  and  witj 
Nor  boast  your  native  powers; 

But  to  his  sovereign  grace  submit, 
And  glory  shall  be  yours* 

5  Come  all  ye  vilest  sinners  come, 
He'll  form  your  souls  anew  ; 

His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room, 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

6  His  doctrine  is  almighty  love  ; 
There's  virtue  in  his  name, 

To  turn  the  raven  to  a  dove, 
The  lion  to  a  lamb. 


HYMN   139.     Common  Metre. 
Christian  morality,  viz.  a  lovely  carriage* 
O  'lis  a  lovely  thing  to  see 


\  man  of  prudent  heart, 


176  HYMNS  AND 

Whose  thoughts,  and   lips,  and  life   agree 
To  act  a  useful  part. 

2  When  envy,  strife,  and  wars  begin 
In  little  angry  souls  ; 

Mark  how  the  sons  of  peace  come  in, 
And  quench  the  kindling  coals. 

3  Their  minds  are  humble,  mild  and  meek 
Nor  let  their  fury   rise 

Nor  passion  moves  their  lips  to  speak, 
Nor  pride  exalts  their  eyes. 

4  Their  frame  is  prudence  mix'd  with  Ioyc, 
Good  works  fulfil  their  day  ; 

They  join  the  serpent  with  the  dove, 
But  cast  the  sting  away. 

5  Such  was  the  saviour  of  mankid, 
Such  pleasures  he  pursu'd  : 

His  flesh  and  blood  were  all  refin'd, 
His  soul  divinely  good. 

6  Lord  can  these  plants  of  virtue  grow 
In  such  a  soul  as  mine  ? 

Thy  grace  can  form  my  nature  so, 
And  make  ray  heart  like  thine. 

HYMN  140.     Common  Metre. 
Death  of  kindred  imfiro-utu. 

MUST  fiiends  and  kindred  droop  and  die  ! 
Must  helpers  be  withdrawn  I 


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While  sorrow,  with  a  weeping  eye, 
Counts  up  our  comforts  gone. 

2  Be  thou  our  comfort,  mighty  God, 
Our  helper  and  our  friend : 

Nor  leave  us,  in  this  dang'rcus  road, 
Till  all  our  trials  end. 

3  O  may  our  feet  pursue  the  way, 
Our  pious  fathers  led  ! 

While  love  and  holy  zeal  obey 
The  counsels  of  the  dead. 

4  Let  us  be  wean'd  from  all  below  ; 
Let  hope  our  grief  dispel; 

"Death  will  invite  our  souls  to  go, 
Where  our  best  kindred  dwell. 


[HYMN  141.    Common  Metre. 

Stlf-dtnial ;  or,  taking  up,  the  cross.     Mark 
viii.  38.     Luke  ix.  26. 

ASHAM'D  of  Christ !  my  soul  disdain 
The  mean  ungenerous  thought; 

Shall  1  disown  that  friend,  whose  blood 
To  man  salvation  brought  ? 

2  With  the  glad  news  of  love  and  peace 
From  heaven  to  earth  he  came  ; 

For  us  endured  the  painful  cross. 
For  us  (fespis'd  the  shame. 


178  '  HYMNS  AND 

3  At  his  command,  we  must  take  up 
Our  cross  without  delay: 

Our  lives — and  thousand  lives  of  ours 
His  love  can  ne'er  repay. 

4  Each  faithful  sufferer  Jesus  views 
With  infinite  delight; 

Their  lives  to  him  are  dear,  their  deaths 
Are  precious  in  his  sight. 

5  To  bear  his  name,  his  cross  to  bear  i 
Our  highest  honour  this  ! 

Who  nobly  suffers  now  for  him, 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  bliss. 

6  But  should  we  in  the  evil  day 
From  our  profession  fly, 

Jesus  the  judge,  before  the  world, 
The  traitor  will  deny. 


HYMN  142.     Common  Metre.  / 


The  converted    thief.     Luke  xxiii.  42- 

A$  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  dy'cl, 
He  pouv'd  salvation  on  a  wretch 

That  languished  at  his  side. 

2   His  crimes,  with  inward  grkf  and  shame, 
The  penitent  confess'd; 


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Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  pray'r  address'd 

3  "  Jesus,  thou  son  and  heir  of  heaven, 
Thou  spotless  lamb  of  God, 

I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4  il  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe 
In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 

Burst  thro'  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world. 
Dear  Saviour  think  on  me ; 

And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death 
Let  me  a  sharer  fee.'' 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 
And  instantly  replies, 

"  To  day  the  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  paradise.'' 


HYMN  143.  Short  Metre. 
The  evil  heart.     Jer.  xvii.  9.     Mat.  xv.   IS 

ASTONISH'D  and  distressed 

I  turn  my  eyes  within ;   ' 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guiit  opprest, 

The  seat  of  every  sin. 


180  HYMNS  AND 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 
What  vile  affections  there  ? 

Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  king  of  srints, 
These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ; 

Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind., 
And  all  my  powers  renew. 
» 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 
Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 

My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  iips  proclaim  thy  prasie. 

HYMN  if 4..     Long  Metre. 

The  loving-kindnesp  of  the  Lord.  Isa, 
*    lxiii  7. 

AWAKE; rny  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  thy   great  redeemer's  pralfje  ; 

He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving- kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  nol  withstanding  all, 
He  sa^'d  i  my  lost  estate, 

His  lovii  •  how  great ! 

5  Tho'  numerous  hi  .is  of  mighty  foe 
'{'ho'  eai .  .  oppose, 


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He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong  I 

4>  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good  1 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot3 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away. 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
Hh  loving- kindness  in  the  skies. 


HYMN  145.    Long  Metre. 

The  fiower  :f  God's  glorious  grace  displayed, 

BLESS'D  be  the  God  of  sovereign  grace, 
l^ov  mercy  to  the  human  race, 


182  HYMNS  AND 

Through  Christ,  his  best  beloved  son, 
Who  dy'd  for  crimes  that  men  had  done. 

3  Bless'd  be  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
Who  pours  his  spirit  from  above, 
To  make  his  fainting  church  revive, 
To  make  the  dying  sinner  live. 

3  His  mighty  pow'rnow  in  these  days, 
With  brighter  glory  he  displays, 

To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage,. 
And.  bless  and  save  his  heritage. 

4  Jesus,  the  mighty  saviour,  now 
Is  pleas'd  to  make  the  haughty  bow, 
To  raise  the  humble  soul  on  high, 
And  bring  the  guilty  sinner  nigh. 

5  Hear  me,  ye  unbelieving  race, 
Warn'd  by  his  word  and  works  of  grace, 
You'll  all  be  left  without  excuse, 

If  you  the  grace  cf  God  refuse. 

6  Though  Christ's  the  messenger  of  grace, 
When  he  his  powerful  name  displays; 
Of  this   and  all  his  ways  you're  shy> 

And  from  his  gracious  presence  fly. 

7  Thus  hate  and  dread  the  work  of  God, 
And  all  on  Satan's  wings  spread  broad  ; 
Now  hasting  with  his  willing  prey, 

Tc  hell,  you're  borne  without  delay. 


s 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  188 

f  No  longer  rush  the  downward  road, 
Nor  hate,  nor  shun  the  Saviour's  biood  ; 
Come  trust  his  $*race,  his  mercy  try, 
He'll  heai'  the  dying  sinners  cry. 


HYMN  US.    Long  Metre. 

God  my  happy  portion. 

BLESS'D  be  the  loving  Saviour's  name, 
I'll  make  it  my  delightful  theme, 
And  call  on  aii  the  angelic  throng, 
To  sound  his  praise  in  heavenly  song 

2  I  was  a  rebel  to  his  throne, 
With  sorrow  and  distress  I  oyrn. 
And  had  I  gone  my  chosen  road 
My  soul  must  perish'd  far  from  God. 

3  He  sent  his  spirit  from  above 
In  mercy  and  in  tender  love ; 
Convinc'd  me  of  my  guilt  and  shame, 
And  made  me  own  his  sovereign  name. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin3 
And  purines  my  heart  within  ; 
Yea  more*  he  clasps  me  in  his  arms, 
And  bids  me  fear  no  dire  alarms. 


5  He  sjiews  me  all  his  smiling  face, 
And  makes  rnc  taste  his  richest  grace 


is*  niMiSS  AND 

My  soul!  'lis  heaven  on  earthly  ground, 
My  God  my  portion,  I  have  found, 

6  O  how  he  leaps  o'er  mountains  high, 
Of  guilt  and  sin  to  bring  rne  nigh; 
My  soul  in  wonder  lost  adores, 

And  all  my  guilty  self  abhors.' 

7  This  empty  world's  no  more  my  good.? 
Let  sinful  sweets  no  more  be  iood; 

Be  all  my.  soul  to  Christ  resign'd, 
To  serve  him  with  a  willing  mind. 

8  Behold  I  £ive  him  all  I  own, 
He  bought  it  with  a  dying  groan; 
May  all  my  house  and  friends  be  thine 
In  bonds  of  love,  in  bonds  divine. 


HYMN   147.     Short  Metre. 
Love  to  the  Brethren, 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love; 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds, 
*s  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  fathers  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one: 
Our  comforts.  »ud  our  car^. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  18* 

5   We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bt;r; 
And  often  for  each  oihei  flow* 

The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  in  vara1  pain; 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'cl  in  heart} 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

§  This  glorious  hope  revive* 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 

And  perfect  love,  and  friendship  reigl 
Thro'  all  eternity. 


HYMN   148.    P.  M, 

The  Jubilee. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  I 
Let  all  the  nations  know 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ? 

Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


186  HYMNS  AND 

2  Exalt  the  lamb  of  God, 
The  sin  atoning  lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 
Thro'  all  the  lands  proclaim  : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  [Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 
The  heritage  above; 

Shall  have  it  back,  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home.} 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 

The  year  of  jubiJee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  raneom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pardoning  grace: 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  hear, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  s 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  Jesus  our  great  high  priest 
Has  full  atonement  made: 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad! 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  187 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


HYMN  149.    Sevens. 

Rejoicing  in    htjie.     Isa.  xxxv»  10.  Luke 
xii.  32. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  king, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed  be  glad  I 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  en  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest:^ 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 
Jesus  Christ  your  father's  son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 


188  HYMNS  AND 

6   Lord,  submissive  we  will  go* 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  ,hou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  the. 


HYMN  150.    Long  Metre. 

The  happy  soul  bidding  Jareiuell  to  this 
ivzrld. 

FAREWELL  vain  world  Via  going  home ; 

Hallelujah. 
My  Saviour  smiles   and  bids    me    come, 

Hallelujah. 
Bright  angels  beckon  me  away, 

O  Hallelujah, 
To  sing  God'c  praise  in  endless  day> 

O  Glory  Hallelujah. 

3  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  wo<   my  soul  shall  fly: 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  new  Jerusalem, 

3   And  when  to  that  new  world  1  fly, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  sky; 
This  note  above  the  vest  shall  swetll, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

A  I  hone  to  meet  my  hr*thren  there, 
"Who  once  did  join  with  me  in  prayer* 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  18* 

Our  mourning  time  will  then  be  o'er, 
When  we  do  reach  that  happy  shore,    r 

§  Our  suffering  lime  will  then  be  gone, 
Whdii  we  do  join  that  happy  throng, 
The  blessed  angels  round  the  throne 
Are  looking  out  for  us  to  come. 

6  I'll  praise  my  God  while  I  have  breath  ; 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death  ; 

I  hope  to  pi'aibe  him  when   I  di&s 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  By; 

7  We .soon  shall  hear  the  solemn  sounds 
«'  A.  wake  ye  nations  under  ground 
A'^e  and  drop  your  dusty  shrouds, 
And  meet  king  Jesus  in  the  clouds." 

8  There  shall  I  see  my  glorious  God» 
And  praise  him  in  hit>  high  abode; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 


HYMN  151.    P.  M. 

The  fiilgrim's  farewell. 

FAREWELL,     farewell     farewell, 
friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
I  have  no  house  nor  stay  with  you, 


190  i        HYMNS  AND 

I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on 
'Till  I  a  better  world  can  view; 
Farewell,    farewell,    farewell,  my   lovin 
friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell,  farewell,  farewell  my  friend 
time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortal  care  or  bliss, 
I'll  leave  you  here  and  travel  on 
'Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  &c. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  my  brethren 
in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  with  cords  of  love, 
We  all  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  we  'ere  long  shall  meet  above,, 

Farewell,  farewell)  iareweli,  &c. 

4  Farewell,  faiewell,  farewell,  old  soldiers 

of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  ioi  heav'nt 

ou've  counted  all   things  hei  e  but  dross, 

ight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  giver. ; 

ht  on,  fight  on,  fight  on,  the  crown  shall 

soon  be  given. 

.rewell,  farewell, farewell,  ye  blooming 

sons  of  Goo, 
ore  conflicts  yet  remain  for  you, 
ut  dauntless  keep  the  heav'nly  road 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  191 

'Till  Canaan's  happy  land  yon  view  ; 
Press  on,  press  on,  press  on,  till  Canaan's 
land  you  view. 

6  Farewell)  farewell,  farewell,  poor  care- 
less sinners  too, 
For  you  my  heart  is  sore  distress'd  ; 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you — 
O  turn  and  seek  salvation  bless'd 
O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn,  and   find  salva= 
tion  near. 


HYMN  152.     P.  M. 
The  Jubilee, 

HARK !    the  jubilee  is  sounding, 

O  the  joyful  news  is  come, 
Free  Salvation  is  proclaimed, 

In  and  through  God's  only  son. 
Now  we  have  an  invitation 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  lamb  ; 
Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord,  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Come  dear  friends,  and  don't  neglect  it, 
Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime  ; 

Great  salvation  don't  reject  it, 
O  recti '-e  it,  now's  your  time: 

Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 


192  HYMNS  AND 

To  revive  his  work  again. 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 

-«3  Now  let  each  brie  cease  from  sinning, 
Come  and  follow  Christ  the  way  ; 

We  shall  all  receive  a  blessing, 
If  from  him  weMo  not  stray  : 

Golden  moments  we've  neglected, 
O  the  time  we've  spent  in  vain. 
Glory,  honour,  Sec. 

4  Come  let  us  mn  our  race  with  patienct 
Looking  unto  Christ  the  Lord, 

Who  doth  live  and  reign  forever, 
With  his  father  and  our  God  ; 

He  is  worthy  to  be  praised, 

He  is  our  exalted  king. 

Glory,  honour,  &c. 

5  Come,  dear  chiHren,  praise  your  Jesu?, 
r>T*?ise  him    p;a*se  him  evermore, 

M£y  his  grace  and  love  constrain  us, 
His  great  name  now  to  adore: 

O  then  let  us  join  together, 
Crowns  of  giru'y  to  obtajn. 
Glory,  honour,  Sec. 

HYMN  153.     P.  M. 

Finished  redemption. 

HARK!  the  voice  of  love  znd  mersy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  193 

See  !  it  rends  the  rocts  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  ai-d  veils  the  sky  ! 
«  It  is  finish'd  1" 
Hear  the  dyin^  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finished  !  O  what  pleasure 
Doth  these  charming;  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  (Christ  the  Lord. 
It  is  hnish'd  1 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd  all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law  I 

Finish'd,  all  that  God  had  promis'd  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 
It  is  finish'd  1 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

A>  [Happy  souls,  approach  the  table, 
Taste  the  soul  reviving  food; 

Nothing  half  so  sweet  and  pleasant 
As  the  Saviour's  flesh  and  blood, 

It  is  finish'd  ! 

Christ  has  borne  the  heavy  load.] 

5  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraph s3 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasant  theme; 

All  on  earth,  and  ail  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  I 

Hallelujah  ! 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  lamb  ! 


194-  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  154.     Lcyens. 

Exceeding  great  and  firecious  promises., 
3  Pet.  i.  4. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation, 
Ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith 
In  his  excellent  word  I 
What  more  could  he  say 
Than  to  you  he  hath  said  I 
You,,  who  unto  Jesus 
For  refuge  hath  fled. 

3  In  every  condition, 

In  sickness,  in  health, 

In  poverty's  vale, 

Or  abounding  in  wealth; 

At  home  and  abroad, 

On  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

"  As  thy  days  may  demand, 

"  Shall  thy  strength  ever  be." 

3  M  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee, 
O  be  not  dismay'd 
I,  I  am  thy  God, 
And  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
I'll  strengthen  ihee,  help  thee; 
And  cause  thee  lo  stand, 
Uphold  by  my  righteous 
Omnipotent  hand. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  19i 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters 
I  call  thee  to  go, 

The  rivers  of  woe, 

Shall  not  thee  overflow; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  » 

Thy  troubles  to  bless, 

And  sanctify  thee, 

Thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  through  fiery  trials 
Thy  pathway  shall  lie, 

My  grace  all-sufficient 

Shall  be  thy  supply  ; 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee, 

I  only  design 

Thy  dross  to  consume,  - 

And  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age 
All  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal, 
Unchangeable  love ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs 
Shaii  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still 
In  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus 
Hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not 
Desert  to  his  foes  ; 


195  HYMNS  AND 

That  soul,  though  a! I  Ml 
Should  endeavor  to  shake, 
Ptt  never — no  i.ever— 
No  never  forsake." 

HYMN  155.  Long  Metre. 
The  holy  nvar. 

I'VE  listed  in  the  holy  war 
Content  with  suff'rin;.;'  soldier's  fare^ 
The  banner  o'er  my  head  is  love, 

1  draw  ray  rations  from  above. 

2  I've  fought  thro'  many  battles  sore, 
And  t  must  fight  thro'  many  more; 

I'd  take  my  bVeast-j&ite,  swoidand  shield, 
And  boldly  march  into  the  field. 

3  The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan  too, 
L  uite,  and  try  what  they  can  do ; 

Cm  t'.ite,  my  God,  I  humbly  call; 
Uphold  me  Luru,  or  I  shall  ("all  I 

4  I've  listed  and  I  mer.n  to  fight; 
'1  m  uli  roj  toes  are  out  to  Bight's 
A-  id  w iiei-»  the  vict'ry  i  have  won, 
l'i»  ^ive  tie  praise  loGud  alone. 

5  Come  fellow  christians,  join  with  me, 
Cuiue  face  the  ioe  and  never  Bee: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  197 

The  heavenly  battle  is  begun, 

Come  take  the  field  ana  win  the  crown, 

6  With  listing  orders  I  have  come, 
Come  rich,  come  poor,  come  old  and  young, 
ftere's  bounty  money  shall  be  giv&n, 

And  glorious  cro    ns  laid  up  in  heaven. 

7  Our  general  is  gone  before, 

And  you  may  draw  on  grace's  store; 
But  if  you  will  not  list  and  fight, 
You'll  sink  in  eternal  night. 


HYMN  1  56.     Long  Metre* 

The  christian  warfare. 

MY  captain  sounds  the  alarm  of"  war, 
"  Awake  !    the  power*  of  hell  are  near  I. 
To  arms  !  to  arms  1"  I  hear  him  cry, 
*'  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die." 

3  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound, 

1  cast  my  eager  eyes  around  ; 
Make  haste  to  gird  my  armour  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone. 

2  Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  is  my  shield, 
Thy  word,  my  God,  the  sword  1  wield  ; 
Wi  ih  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  seal  inspire*  my  heart. 


193  HYMNS  AND 

4  Thus  arm'd,  I  venture  on  the  fight, 
Resolv'd  to  put  my  foes  to  flight  ; 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  Lo  spread 
His  conqu'ring  banner  o'er  niy  head. 

5  In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  trust  ! 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast  ; 
Thro'  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  rue  on 
To  vict'ry  and  the  victor's  crown. 


HYMN  15r.     Sevens. 

Redeeming  love* 

NOW  begins  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  "love. 

2  Y'e,  who  see  the  father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears. 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceird  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Yre,  alas  1  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  si^ 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  19* 

Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Step  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  cpnrest, 
Welcome  to  this  sacred  - . 
Nothing  brought  from  him  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming-  love. 

6  When  Ms  spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove* 
Of  our  Lord's  rtdesming  love. 

7  ,He  subdii'd  the  infernal  powers, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  curs, 
From  tkeir  cursed  empire  drove  ; 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

8  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Srike  aloud  each  cheerful  string, 
Mortals  join  the  host  above, 

Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


HYMN  158.     P.  M. 
Longing  for  the  §jzreading  sf  the  Gos/ieL 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Lock  my  soul,  be  still  and  g- <ze, 

All  the  promises  to  travail, 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace, 

Blessed  jubilee, 

Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 


iOO  HYMSN  AND 

3  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  negro, 
Let  i he  rude  barbarian  see, 

Tbut  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtained  or*  Calvary  ; 

Let  the  gospel 

Loud  resound  from  note  to  pole. 

3  Kingrcforas  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them.  Lord,  a  ?Jorious  light, 

And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  mousing  chase  the  night. 
And  redemption 
Freely  purchaVd  wia  the  day. 

4  May  the  glorious  day  approaching, 
From  eternal  darkness  dawn, 

And  the  everlasting  gospel 

Spread  abroad  thy  holy  name  ; 
All  the  borders 
Of  the  great  ImmanuePs  land. 

5  Fly  abroad  thou  mighty  gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 

May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 

Multiply  and  still  encrease : 
S'.vav  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour  all  the  world  around. 

HYMN   159.     P.  M. 

Supreme  love  to  Christ, 

O  JESUS  my  Saviour 3 
To  thee  I  submit, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  201 

Through  love  and  thanksgiving 
Fail  down  at  thy  feet ; 
Thy  sacrifice  offering 
Of  soul,  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer, 
My  Lord  and  my  God. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee, 
I  love  thee  my  Lord, 

I  love  thee  my  Saviour, 
I  love  thee  my  God, 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee, 
And  that  thou  dost  know  ; 
But  how  much  I  love  thee 
I  never  can  show. 

3  All  human  invention 
Is  empty  and  vain, 

I  cannot  unrjddie 
The  heavenly  flame, 
I'm  sure  if  the  language 
Ot  angels  I  own'd 
I  could  not  the  mistery 
Of  heaven  unfold. 

4  T'm  happy,  I'm  happy, 

0  woud'rous  account, 
My  joys  are  immortal, 

1  stand  on  the  mount, 
And  gaze  on  my  treasure 
Ard  long  to  be  there 

V  uh  angels  my  kindred 
And  Jesus  my  dear. 


2G$  HYMNS    AND 

5  O  Jesus  my  Saviour, 
With  thee  I  am  bless';!, 
My  joy  and  my  portion, 
My  life  and  my  rest  ; 
Thy  name  is  my  theme 
And  thy  love  is  my  song  ; 
Thy  charm  doth  inspire 
My  heart  and  my  tongue. 

6  Thy  goodness  reveal 
And  thy  promise  fulfil — 
Protect  and  direct  me 
To  the  heavenly  hill; 
While  wrapt  in  thine  arms 
And  lost  in  thy  charms, 
With  aflgels-transported* 
I'll  rest  from  all  harms. 

7  ()  who's  like  my  Saviour; 
He's  Salem's  bright  king!; 
He  loves  me  and  guides  ine, 
And  learns  me  to  sing  ; 

I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him, 
In  notes  loud  and  shrill, 
While  rivers  of  pleasure 
My  spirits  doth  fill. 


HYMN  160.    Common  Metr*. 

Shouting'  God's  firaise. 

O  GOD  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
liiac  I  may  in  thy  holy  name, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  203 

Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice : 
Then  will  I  shout,  then  will  I  sing, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring; 
I'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore 
On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 

3  O  Jesus,  hope  of  glory,  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  humble  home  ; 
For  the  short  remnant  of  my  days, 
I  want  to  sing  and  shout  thy  praise  ; 
I  want  to  pray  and  never  cease, 
And  live  rejoicing  in  thy  peace, 
And  to  give  thanks  in  ev'ry  thing, 
And  sing-  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 

3  Lord,  on  my  last,  ray  dying  day, 
Then  give  me  strength  to  sing  and  pray, 
To  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath, 
Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death  : 

Then,  sisters,  brothers,  shouting  come, 
My  body  follow  to  the  tomb, 
And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road, 
Sing  aloud,  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 

4  Then  you  below,  and  I  above, 
We'll  sing  and  shout  the  God  we  love, 
But  on  that  great  and  awful  day, 

When  Christ  shall  call  our  slurab'ringclay, 
We  from  our  dusty  beds  will  spring, 
And  shout,  «  O  Death  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
O  Grave  where  is  thy  victory  ?" 
We'll  sho^t  to  all  eternity. 


204  RYM&S  AND 

5   Our  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize 
"  Well  done  ['*    1  lie  sovereign  of  the  skiers 
Will  smiling  to  his  chnldren  say, 
"  Come  reign  with  me  in  endless  day ;" 
Then  on  that  happy,  hippy  shore, 
We'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore  ; 
We'll  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  all  iicav'n  with  praises  ring. 


HYMN  16  1.     Common  Metre. 

O  JOYFUL  sound  of  gospel  grace, 

Christ  shall  in  me  appear  ! 
I,  even  I,  shall  see  his  face  ; 

I  shall  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness^ 
To  me  reach'd  out  I  view  ; 

Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize. 
And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

3  The  promis'd  land  from  Pisgah's  top 
I  now  exult  to  see; 

My  hope  is  full,  (O  glorious  hope ! 
Of  immortality. 

4  He  visits  now  this  house  of  clay ; 
He  shakes  his  future  home  : 

O  would'st  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day* 
Int©  thy  temple  come. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS:  ?0| 

\S  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 
i    But  this  cannot  suffice, 
^Jnless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 
A  constant  paradise. 

My  earth  thou  waterest  from  on  high, 
,  But  make  it  all  a  pool : 
Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry, 
Spring  up  within  my  soul. 

7  Come,G  my  God,  thyself  reveal  I 
Fill  all  this  mighty  void  ; 

Thou  only  canst  my  spirit  fill ; 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God  ! 

8  Fulfil,  fulfj,  mylarge  desires, 
Large  as  infinity  i 

Give,  give  me  all  my  aonl  require*, 
All,  all  that  is  in  thee  ! 


HYMN  162.     P.  M. 

Passion. 

O  TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store,       foer 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is 

A  country  I've  iound, 

Where  true  joys  abound,    [ground. 
T©  dwe)l  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy 


50#  HYMNS  AND 

3  The  souls  that  believe, 

In  Paradise  live, 
And  men  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive 

My  soul  dont  delay, 

He  calls  thee  away,  [day. 

Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glac 

3  No  mortal  doth  know, 
What  he  can  bestow,  [him  go. 

What  life,  strength  and  comfort,  go  af.er 

Lo  !  onward  I  move, 

To  a  country  above,       [will  prove. 
None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win, 
From  death,  hell,  and  sin,      [within. 

Midst  outward  cMctions  shall  feel  Christ 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lovM  me,  I  cannot  tell  why, 

5  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  ure  so  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 

So  this  is  the  race, 

I'm  running  thro'  grace,  [face. . 

Henceforth  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord't 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care, 

My  neighbours  may  share 

These  blessings ;  to  seek  them  will  none  of 

In  bondage,  O  why,  [you  dare, 

And  death  will  you  be,         [nigh  I 

When  one  h«re  assures  you  free  grace  is  so 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2or 

HYMN  163.    Long  Metre. 
Way  to  Canaan. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  tilfhim  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment? 
The  king's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace* 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  have  been? 
Because  I  could  noi  cease  from  sin, 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
'Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say. 
Come  hither  soul,  "  I  am  the  way" 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  corne,  and  thou  blest  Lamb, 
Shall  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  biood, 
And  say,  «  Behold  the  way  to  God. 


208  *  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  164.     P.  M. 
Longing  to  see  Jesus. 

O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love  ; 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  v%ip  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

3   But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not.  to  fear, 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers, 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer  tho'  I  die. 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

And  you  my  friends  prove  faithful. 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  trials, 
And  troubles  on  the  way, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  son 

Cast  all  your  cares  on  Jems, 

And  dont  fur-get  to  pray; 
Gird  on  the  gospel  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  ;..nd  love, 
And  when  the  combat's  ended, 

"You'll  reign  with  iiim  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend, 
Nor  will  he  yet  upbraid  you, 

Tho'  oft*  limes  you  request, 
JieM  ^ive  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 


HYMN   105.     Common  Metre. 

Sfiiritual-mindedness :  or,  intvaru   religion^ 
James  1.  27". 

RELIGION  is  the  chiefcorcern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 

Its  sovereign  virtue  know  I 

4   More  needful  thiss  than  flittering  wealth. 

Or  aua;ht  the  world  bestows; 
Not  reputation,  food,  or  health. 

Can  give  us  such  repose. 


HO  HYMNS  AND 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 
.    Amidst  our  youchful  bloom, 
Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb/ 

4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 
«e  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 
Bejoin'd  with  godly  fear; 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 
1  hro  my  remaining  days  ; 

And  in  rne  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise, 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 
Let  warm  affections  rise  : 

And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire, 
To  mount  above  the  skies. 


HYMN  166.  P.M. 

On  the  Milteniurn. 

THAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  ni^h, 
When  Zion's  light  shall  shine ; 


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She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 

Bright  as  the  morning  sun  : 
The  north  and  south  their  sons  resign, 

And  earth's  foundations  bend  ; 
The  church  triumphantly  adorn'd, 

Ail  glorious  shall  descend. 

2  The  king  that  wears  the  glorious  crown, 
The  azure  flaming  bow, 

The  holy  city  shall  bring  down, 

To  bless  his  saints  below. 
When  Zion's bleeding  conqu'ring  king 

Shall  sin  and  death  destroy, 
The  morning  stars  together  sing, 

And  Zion  shouts  for  joy. 

3  The  holy  bright  musician  band, 
Who  play  on  hai>s  of  gold, 

In  holv  order  see  they  stand, 

Fair  Sale  in  to  behold. 
Ascending  on  such  melting  strains, 

Jeho\ah's  name  they  bear, 
Such  shouts  thro*  earth's  extensiye  plains 

Were  never  heard  before, 

4  Let  Satin  rage  and  boast  no  more, 
Nor  think  his  reigning  long, 

The  saints,  tho'  feeble,  wcj.k  and  poo.;, 
Their  great  Redeemer's  strong. 

He  is  their  shield  and  hiding  place, 
A  covert  from  the  wind, 

A  fountain  in  the  wilderness* 
Throughout  the  weary  land, 


J12  HYM>S  AND 

5  The    chrvstal  streams  run  down  from 
They  issue  from  ihe  throne,        [heav'«| 

The  (loot  s  of  suite  away  are  cliiv'n, 

The  church  becomes  as  one- 
Thai  peaceful  union  we  shall  know, 

And  live  upon  his  love. 
And  snout  and  sing  of  Ljrace  below, 
As  angels  do  above. 

6  A  thousand  years  shall  roll  aroundf 
The  church  shall  be  complete, 

Call'd  by  the  joyful  trumpet's  sound, 
Their  Saviour  Christ  to  meet— 

They  rise  with  joy,  and  mount  on  highf 
They  fly  to  Jesus'  arms, 

And  guze  with  wonder  a"nd  delight, 
On  their  beloved's  charms. 

7  Like  apples  foir,  his  beauties  are, 
To  feed  and  cheer  the  mind, 

No  earthly  fruit  can  so  recruit, 

Nor  fLggons  full  of  wine. 
Their  troubles  o'er,   thev  grieve  no  more? 

But  sing  in  strains  of  joy, 
In  raptures  sweet,  and  bliss  complete, 

They  feast  and  never  cloy. 

HYMN  167.     P.  M. 

THE  Lord  is  to  his  garden  come, 

li      spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

1  he  iillies  grow  and  thrive; 


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Refreshing  streams  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flows  that  living  vine, 
And  makes  the  dead  alive. 

5  Now  see  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
With  streams  of  water  all  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
And  Christ  will  conquer  all  his  foes, 

And  make  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  glorious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is. 
I  taste  and  know  that  grace  is  nigh  j 
O  that  all  men,  as  well  as  I, 

Would  come  and  taste  the  bliss, 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  now  may  find, 
A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind, 

"Who  will  them  all  receive  : 
None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went. 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  If  sinners  only  knew  the  Lord, 

Or  would  but  taste  his  gracious  word, 

His  sweet  forgiving  love  : 
They'd  rush  through  storms  of  every  kind 
And  ieave  all  earthly  cares  behind, 

To  gain  a  crown  above. 


214  HYMNS  AN» 

6  Come  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord,1] 
Who  taste  the  comforts  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  poverty  and  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

7  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun  5 
The  waters  from  the  eternal  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high. 
Flow  down  in  floods  we  can't  contain  ; 
We  drink,  and  drinks  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  soon  are  dry  : 

S  But  when  we  rise  to  Christ  above 
And  all  behold  the  God  we  love  ? 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply  : 
Jesus  will  lead  his  people  there 
To  living  fountains  pure  and  clear, 

Which  never  will  run  dry. 

9  O  then  we'll  shine,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  all  heaven  with  praises  ring; 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear. 
We  soon  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

10  Amen,  amen,  my  heart  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies,; 

Though  I  am  wetik  and  poor  : 


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tfow  here's  ray  heart  and  here's  my  hand 
ro  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


HYMN  168.     P.  M. 
Jesus  the  soul  of  Music. 

LISTED  into  the  cause  of  sin, 

Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music  alas  1  too  long  has  been, 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devil  ! 
Drunken,  or  lewd  or  light  they  lay 

Flows  to  the  oul's  undoing, 
Widens  and  strews  with  flow'rs  the  way 

Down  to  eternal  ruin. 

3  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 

Innocent  mirth  recover  ? 
Fly  on  the  prey  and  take  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover  ? 
Strip  him  of  ev'ry  moving  strain, 

Ev'ry  melting  measure, 
Music  in  virtue's  Gause  retain, 

Revive  the  holy  pleasure. 

S  Come  let  us  try  if  Jesus's  love 

Cannot  as  well  inspire  us; 
This  is  the  theme  of  them  above, 

This  upon  earth  will  lire  us  : 


216  HYMNS  AND 

Try  if  your  hearts  are  tun'd  to  sing; 

Is  there  a  subject  greater  ? 
Melody  all  its  strains  may  bring, 

Jesus's  love  is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is, 
He  is  the  noblest  passion  ; 

Jesus's  name  is  lite  and  peace, 

Happiness  and  salvation  ; 
Jesus's  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Shew  us  our  sins  forgiven, 
Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 

And  carry  up  to  heaven. 

5  Who  hath  a  right  like  us  to  sing 
Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 

Merry  our  hearts  for  Christ  is  king, 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 
Who  of  his  love  doth  once  partake, 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices  ; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Harmony  with  our  voices. 

t>   He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath. 

He  that  in  God  is  merry 
Let  him  sing  psalms   the  spirit  saith, 

Joyful  and  ne'er  be  weary  : 
Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise, 

Hearty  and  never  ceasing  ; 
Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 

Worship  and  thanks  and  blessing;. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  %V? 

\   7  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join, 

Tiiauijjh  in  his  solvation; 
GlOry  a:  cfi-N  lo  loye  divine, 

Worship  Mid  adora4.cn  : 
Heaven  ali'e&9y  is  begun, 

Open'd  in  each  believer: 
Only  believe,  and  then  sing  on, 

Heaven  is  ours  for  ever* 


HYMN  159.     P.  M. 

.   The  d:;i?:£  Chrutian  to  his  tout, 

VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame, 
Trfernblim;,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife. 
And  let  me  languish  into  ilie. 

2  Hark !  they  whisper,  angels  say. 
Sister  spirit,  come  away; 

"What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ! 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my.  sight, 
Hprowns  ray  spirits,  draws  my.  breath, 
Teil  me,  my  soul,  cm  ijiia  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears, 
Heaven  opens'  on  my  eyes,  my  ears 


318  HTMNS  AND 

With  sounils  seraphic  ring; 
Lend;  lenii  your  wings,  I  mount,  I  fij, 
O   grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ! 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting! 


HYMN  170.    Sevens. 
2  he  means  of  grace, 

COME  and  taste  alone:  with  me, 
Consolation  running  frte; 
Fpoiji  our  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

9    i    herefore  should  we  feast  alone, 
r*  vi  o  die  bc'ter  for  than  one  j 
rJ  he  more  comes  in  with  tree  good  will, 
>L  kt  a  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  £0  to  He?v'ns  door, 
/    king. for  a  lit»'<"  more; 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  he  r. 

4  Goodness    'inning  like  a  stream 
rJ  hi  o'  tii^  ne  v   Jerusalem  ; 

A  <il  by  constant  breakinp;  forth, 
Swsetens  earth  and  heaven  bath. 


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5   Now  my  body  doth  its  best, 
Fo    to  keep  me  back  from  Christ  5 
I've  a  treasure  cdsning  in, 
Which  is  opposite  to  sin. 

$  Sin fii!  nature,  prone  to  vice.. 
Cannot  stop  the  for^e  of»race, 
Whilst  there  is  a  God  to  give, 
And  a  sinner  to  receive. 

7  Saints  in  %\'>ry  sifiging  Igud 
In  th«  praises  pt  their  God, 
Now  co rue  inatheav'ns  door, 
Making  still  the  number  more. 

8  He'lv'ns  here  and  Heav'ns  therej 
Co ph fort  flowing  er'ry  where, 

T  his  I  bold  1  y  d  o  c o i .  e  ss, 
That  my  soul  h^s  got  a  taste. 

2   Now  I'll  p;o  rerjoicjRg  home, 
From  the  batafjue*  of  perfume; 
Fir)  lyijj  matmsPon  roe  road, 
Dropping  from  the  se;.r  yf  God. 

10  O  return  ye  sons  of  .crate. 
Turn  unci  set*  God's  smi.i.  ,;  r*ce  ; 
H      .1   he  cuils  baeksH ^.s  'i       e, 
Then  from  hiaa  no  longer  louia. 


220  HYMrsS  AND 

HYMN  171.     Long  Metre. 
The   farewell. 

FAREWELL  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
The  gospel  sounds  the  Jubilee  ; 

My  stammeiit>g  tongue  shall  sound  aloud, 
From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea  ; 

And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 

I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 

2  Farewell  in  love  and  union  dear, 

Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart  j 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer 

Till  we  shall  meet  r.o  mo'/e  to  part : 
'Till  we  she,  11  meet  in  worlds  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Fareweil  my  lo\ing  friends  below* 
Although  so  kind  v  to  kic; 

My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go 
To  sound  the  gospel  jubilee, 
To  sound  the  joy,  and  bear  the  news 
To  Gentile  worlds,  and  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell  young  people  one  and  all, 
While  God  will  give  me  breath  to  breath© 

I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  ul 

That  your  tie  e  in  Christ  may  live  : 

TfcafyouV  dear  souls  ]  may  be 

To  dwell  with  Go*  eterna 


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HYMN   172.     Common  Metre. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the 
•wicked*  1 

BLESS'D  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 

W  here  sinners  love  to  meet ; 
"Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 

And  hates  the  scoiler's  seat. 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  theword,  V- 

And  meditates  by  night. 

[3  He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  state.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profession  shine ; 
While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

i  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust: 
What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust. 
Or  chaff,  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stmi 
Among  the  sons  of  grace, 


133  HYMNS  AND 

When  Christ  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

7*His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

But  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 
Down  to  tiae  gates  of  hell. 


HYMN  17 3.     Common  Metre. 

For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 

LORD,  iri  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

3  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 

Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne. 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

%  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  Uste  thy  mercies  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 


I 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  S3* 

S  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  fact 

In  -ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  every  parh  of  duty  strait, 

And  J  lain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

g  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  asliv.y; 
They  flutter  -w Ith  a  base  design 

To  make  my  soul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crush  the  serpent  in  the  dust,, 

And  all  his  plots  destroy  ; 
While  those  that  in  thy  mercy  trust, 

F©r  ever  shout  for  joy. 

$  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfil  I'd  ; 

Tlie  mighty  God  will  compass  them, 
With  favour,  as  a  shidd. 


HYMN  174.     Common  Metre. 
By  nature  all  men  are  sinners. 

FOOLS,  in  their   hearts,  believe  and  say, 

4i  That  all  religion's  vain, 
a   There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high. 

i*  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 


:j24  HYMNS  AND 

2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profant 
Comip*  diccourse  proceeds ; 

A*hd  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celestial  throne, 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  that  sought  Iiis  grace. 
Or  aid  his  justice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  arc  gone  astray, 
Then*  practice  all  the  same  ; 

There'*  none  that  fears  his   Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  love's  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  arc  usM  to  speak  deceit, 
Their  slanders  never  cease  ; 

How  swiff  to  mischiefare  their  feet! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

* 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin  (that  bitter  root) 
In  every  heart  are  found  ; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  'jjrace  refine  the  ground. 


HYMN  175.     Long  Metre. 
The    sinner's  fiortion  c:~d  s.ainta  hojie  ;  Or, 
The  heaven  of  separate  «&w/*,  and  the  re- 
surrection. 

LORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience, and  my  love; 


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When  men  ofspite  against  me  '"in, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below: 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  seek;  they  take  their  shares,; 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  then  art  mine: 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face* 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness,. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  1  go, 

H  ah  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !    O  b!est  abode  1 
I  shut  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
Aod  iloih  and  sin  no  more  controul 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul, 

6  My  fiesh  ehall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Tjjl  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound: 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise? 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

HYMN  176.     P.  M. 

Friendthifi  and  kve. 

THE  reason  Ave  love  friendship 
We  will  deny  to  no  man, 


32*  HYMNS  AND 

How  shall,  hov  sh«!i,  ho^S  shall  we 
W  hoaie  thus  toim'd  for  huppi.  ess, 

E'er  siigat  a  lo\ing  christian, 

Since  Jesus.  Jesus,  hath  uy'a  on  ti*c  tree 

To  rescue  sinful  men 

From  violeuc   and  treason, 

Tint  ve  mikht  love  each  oilier, 
Aria  seek  our  soul's  salvation, 

'Tv,  c,s  love  toat  moc*eu  the  mighty  Go<i 
To  send  our  souls  redemption, 
That  happy,  happy,  we  might  be. 

2  On  the  feast  day  in  ancient  limes, 
Jesus  stood  thus  crying, 

"  Wbftsp  thirsteth  let  e\'ry  one 
Come  unto  nte  and  freely  di ink. 

And  -hus  be  sav'd  from  dying, 

For  surely,  surely,  there's  nothing  else  caa 

Fi!l    he  immortal  mind, 

With  strong  desires  now  glowing; 

The-  come  and*  taste  the  strean.sof  grace 
Which  are  so  freely  flowing, 

Saying  drinkand  never  thi:  st  again, 
For  you  they  now  are  flu  wing, 
Then  happy,  happy  you  shall  be; 

3  Let  us  who  have  begun  to  taste 
The  sweets  ot'  this  salvation, 

Follow,  follow,  let   us  follow  on, 
Believing  w    shall  overcome, 

Resisting  all  temptation, 
Since  Jesus,.  Jesus,  since  Jesus  the  son, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ivr 

With  out-stretch'd  arms  expanded, 

And  voice  that  is  inviting, 
To  purling  streams  of  purest  joys, 

Is  thus  our  souls  exciting-. 
Let  us  impart  to  him  our  heart 

By  faith  and  love  uniting, 

Then  huppy,  happy  we  shall  bf. 

Part  II, 

THF  4acred  tfes  of  friendship 

Ui>.te  ail  ioving  christians, 
In  glory,  in  giory  ihey  shall  live  ; 

No  rime  or  place  shali  change  them, 
-  An  4  death  shal.'ne'ei  dissolve  them, 

(Jnited,  linker  sre  they  that  beiieve, 
When  Gabriel*-;  trumpet  sounding, 

And  conquer* d  d#ath  resigning, 
*Vhe  scatter'd  dust  uniting, 

The  soul  and  body  joining, 
All  join  the  gi  and  procsssion, 

And  glory  realizing, 

Then  happy,  happy  we  shall  be. 

2  The  bliss  exquisite  flowing, 

The  friends  ot  Jesus  shouting; 
Such  raptures,  raptures  flow  from  his  word ! 

The  angels  join  in  concert, 
Whilst  Jesus  stands  inviting, 

Gome  on,  come  on  ye  biessed  of  the  LorcJ, 
Behold  the  crowns  of  glory. 

And  saints  and  angels  meeting, 


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And  living  streams  of  purest  joys 

For  e\er  are  ifiei  eusiug  ; 
In  azure  fields*  Cor  ever  range, 

'■  view  d  smiling  Jesus- 
Tiicii  happy,  happy  we  shsvil  be. 

3  The  sinner's  now  lamenting. 

He  sees  ihe  gra*d  procession 
A    marching,    marchifee    to   the  dazznng| 
Bi^  frigfltful  soul  aiai  nied,  [throne 

W  ici-.  startled  eyes  amazed, 
farewell,  farewell,  I  am  for  ever  gono ; 
Be  ho!  J  a  it! 

Arid  the^i  s  mi  -Lev- 

How  did  they  pray  together, 
They  float  on  streams  or  pleasure; 

And  1  am  los;  for  ever, 
On  waves  ©f  endless  sorrow, 

Tiien  torment,  torment  is  forever  mint. 


KY^N  177.     Long  Metre. 

The  books  of  nature  and  scr/pt  ure  comf.arrd  ; 
Or,  The  glory  unci  success  of  the  gos/itl. 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

•very  star  thv  goodness  shiner,  ; 
Bat  when  our  eyes  heboid  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  hr.es. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  SS& 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  r.ight^&nd  days  thy  power  confess  ; 

But  the,  bits'  volume  thou  hast  Writ, 
Reveals  tny  jiystiee  and  thy  grace.- 

S  Sun,  m<<on  and  stars,  convey  thy  pn  ise 
Round  ihe  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 

So  when  ihy  truth  began  its  race,  ' 
It  touU/ci  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  vest 
Till^hrough  the  work!  thy  triu'h  has  r  un 

Till  Christ  has  ail  the  nations  blest j 
Thct  s&e  the  iig^t,  or  feei  the  sun. 

5  G'-eat  sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Bless  the  dark  woihi  win  heavenly  light; 

Thy  Gospel  makes  the  sample  wise, 
Thy  laws  are  pure  thy  judgment  right; 

•6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
Tn  souls  renew'd  and  bins  forgH*fis 

Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  ihy  nord  my  guidesto  heav'a. 


HYMN  178.  Short  Metre. 

THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supply'd  ; 

Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his5 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 


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2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  mil  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  abtraf, 
He  doth  my  soul  reclaim. 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  risjht  way, 
For  his  most  ho^.y  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Th  '  I  should  v»  alk  thi  o'  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there, 

$  Amidst  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  u.ble  spread, 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 

And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


HYMN  179.   Corn-ion  Metre. 

The  -vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

TEACH  me  thr  measure  of rrty  day** 
Thou  maker  of  my  fram«; 


sprajrfuAL  songs,         m 

1  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
Aitcl  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 
An  i-ic.h  or  two  of  dme; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 
In  all  his  jtojfer  and  prime. 

3  ^ee  the  yaw  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  *:  idowe  o'er  the  plain  ; 

They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love,, 
But  all  their  nobe  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  show, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 

They  toil  for  heirs  the  know  not  who, 
And  strait  are  seen  no  more. 

5  What  should  T  wish  or  wait  for  then. 
From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust? 

They  m<ike  our  expectati  ns  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  tfesirels  recall : 

I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  ail. 

HYMN   180.     Long  Metre. 
Melancholy  thoughts  refitXrved ;  or,  hope  *$ 

affliction. 

MY  spirit  sinks  within  n;e,  Lord, 
But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 


m  HYMNS  AND 

And  times  of  past  distress  record. 

When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind., 

2  Hure  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noise* 
Swell  like  &  '  •  .  round  me  spread^ 

The  risine;  waves  drftn  nVll  my  ^ovs, 
And  roil  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  tli£  Lord  command  his  Iove\ 
When  I  adV.ress  his  throne  by  day, 

Nor  in  the  night  his  gragi  remove  ; 

The  night  shall  hear  ]Be  sing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caet  myself  be  for    his  feet, 

And  say  ^  My  God  i^  y  heavenly  Rock, 
1 :  W  h  y  d  o  t  h  t  h  y  love  s  < ' , ,  1  o  n  g  fo  r  c  e  t 

k<  The    souls   that   gn    ris    beneath    thy 
stroke." 


5  I'll  chide  my  heart  liyit  s   -ks  so  low  ; 
"Why  should  my  sou!  iuduflje  her  grief? 

Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  him  too  ; 
lie  is  my  rest,  my  su$e  relief. 

6  My  God,  my  most  exesedinp;  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  shall  i  ride  me  still, 

Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ? 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heuv'nlv  hill. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS;  m 

HYMN  181.    Long  Metr<r, 

A  penitent  pleading  for  jiardon, 

SHEW  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

3  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can5::  sui 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 

Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  par  during  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin. 
And  make  my  guilty  couscieuce  clean  ; 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes, 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess; 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  g^bce  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should    sudden    vengeance   »  >.ize    my 

breath- 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  de 

if  my    soul  were  sent  too  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 


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Would  lighten  some  sweet  promise  there) 
Some  sul«  support  against  despair. 


HYMN    182.    Common  Metre. 
The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delays 

Ihaste  to  seek  tiry  face  ; 
M\  thirsty  spirit  faints  away. 

Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  scorching  sand 
Beneath  a  burning  sky 

Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand* 
And  they  must  drink  or  die, 

3  I've  seen  thy  glovy  and  thy  power 
Through  all  thy  temple  shine; 

k';v  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  a*l  the  blessings  cf  a  feast 
Can  please   my  soul  so  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  gi\»ce  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 
Can  my  besf  passions  move, 

Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

9  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day> 
-I'll  bless  my  God  and  King  ; 

Tims  will  I  liit  iry  hands  to  pray-. 
And  tune  my  iips  to  sing. 


HYMN  IBS.     Long  Metre. 

Christ's  ascension,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

LORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  or  high, 
•pen  thousand  angels  fiii'u  the  s!.y  ; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait/ 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More   glorious  when  the   Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  nont  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  heil. 
That  thousand  sou's  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

4  Rais'd  tiy  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  .^ifts  and  ~race  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  agala 


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HYMN  184.  Long  Metre; 
Cntisi's  fiassio?i)  and  sinner'*  salvation. 

DEEP  in  our  hcaris  ict  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll. 
To  ovenvheiiii  hi&tof'M  soul  ! 

2  In  long-  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 

ile  Uosts  of  hell,  and  pdw'rs  of  death. 

And  aii  the  sons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curs'd  deii^n. 

3  cl. -Gracious  Goo1,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
I.    -   madc-the-curs.e  a  blessing  prove; 

e  drejkf&l  suft- rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4  Th2  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of" thy  law  restored  ; 

His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O  For  Ills  sake  our  guilt  fdrgiv©, 
An  '  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name  ; 
Nor  shall  our  hopes  he  turn'd  to  shame. 



HYMN  185 .     Common  Metre. 

God   our   hsrtion  here  ar.i  hrrcaftcr. 

COD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  iorever  near, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  237 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 

When  sinning  in  d&s]  air* 

y  TKy/coifi  cilsTLcrjl,  *.h;  11  gi-ide  my  feet, 
Through  Use's  bewilder'd  race; 

Tiling  i  and  cui    i'uc't  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dv  r.ii  be&'re  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  Gcd, 

be  no  jp.y  to  me  ; 
A^r!  whilst  I  his  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  'or  none  but  thee. 

4  Whai  if  the  springs  of  life  should  break, 

d  fif-.li  and  heart  should  faint, 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock. 
Til e  strength  of  every  s,d:U. 

5  Behold  the  &i;>-ers  that  remove 
F.     fr.otn  thy  presence  die; 

Not  ail  the  idol  Gods  they  b<ve 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  i  /eet  employ  ; 

M)   '  ■       ::■  shall  Lounh  thy  praise  ab^oad^ 
And  ten  the  world  my  joy. 

HYMN   135.    Long  Metre. 

The  firesficriii/  r.f  sinners  cursed. 

LOPD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  ami 
To  mourn,  and  murmur  and  repine, 


»ii  HYMNS  AND 

To  see  the  wicked  plac'c  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  shine. 

2  But,  oh,  their  c<  d,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so: 

On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  thent  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 

There  they  may  stand  with  houghty  eyes, 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pain. 

4  Their  fanci'd  joys  how  fast  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  > 

Their  songs  of  soil  est  harmony, 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood; 

Lord,'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


HYMN  187.     Long  Metre. 
The  pleasure  of  public  tvorchifi, 

HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saiat*. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS:  33i 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
My  God  1  ray  King  !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

S  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  ne^t ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
The  pleasure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Bless'd  are  the  saints  that  sit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky; 
Thy  Brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  thy  work  i*  praise  and  love. 

5  Bless'd  are  the  soul  who  Snd  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentle  rays, 

And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

6  Bless'd  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zi»n'sgate: 

God  is  thy  strength  ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength 
'Till  all  shall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  noblw  worship  there.- 


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HYMN  138.     P.  M. 

Longing  for  the  house  of  God. 

LORD  of  the  wGrlds  above, 
How  pleasant  ar.cVhow  fuir 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Tir.   c.u'thly  temples  a:e  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires 
With  warm  riesij-es, 
To  see  my  God, 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young, 
With  pleasure  s'feeks  a  nest, 

And  wond'ring  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wanted  rest: 

My  spirit  faints. 
With  equal  zed, 
To  rise  and  dwell 

Among  thy  saints. 

3  O  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  Go  !  appoints  to. hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  I 

They  praise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 

To  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength* 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears,- 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  S4i 

•Till  each  arrives  at  lengh, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 

JO  glorious  i^ut. 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thilher  bring 
Oiir  willing  feet". 

3  To  spend  our  sacred  day 

Whce  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  db  iner  joy 

Than  ten  thousand  days  beside  r 

Where  God  resorts, 
I  love  i«  nf&ve 
To  keep  the  door, 
Than  shine  in  couits. 

%  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  light  and  on;  oefes^ce  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands: are  fJiM, 
'We  draw  our  blessings  thence' 

He  shall  bestow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7   The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
His  hand  no  good  y,  ithholds, 
From  those  his  fifcart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  souls  ; 

Thrice  happy  ho, 
C  God  of  hosts, 
Whose  spirit  trusts 
Alone  in  thee. 


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HYMN  189.     Long  Metre* 
Salvation  by  Chritt. 

SALVATION  is  tor  ever  nigh 

The  souls  that  fear  and  triibt  the  Lord 

And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met,  , 
Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from 

By  his  obedience,  so  complete,        [heav'a 
Justice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

Ancf  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

A  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 
To  ^ive  us  free  access  to  God; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
Bit  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road. 

HYMN  19  0.    Long  Metre, 

Mortality  and  htfic. 

A    FUNESAL    STMV. 

REMEMBER,  Lorcl,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  our  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breatj^ 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  24« 

2   Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  dig, 
Our  flesh  and  strength  repine  and  cry, 
♦'Must  death  tor  ever  rage  and  reign  I 
"  Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

5  "  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 
"  Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust?" 
'Bui  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day? 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 


HYMN  191.    Long  Metre. 

jin  hymn  for  the  Lord's  day, 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King. 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  shew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
No  mortal  carts  shall  teize  my  breast* 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound, 

S  My  hegrt  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

Aad  bless  hi*  works,  and  bless  his  word? 


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HYMNS  AND 


Thy  worfcc  ofprace-,  h(>u  brigfttthe.y  ?>]  iijhel 
How  deep  thy  counse^i!  ha\\  tlLihe  I 

4  Fco's  i.,-"ii'r:.i-e  then  thoughts sdhigl^ 
Like  brutes  they  li\e,  like  bru'es  they  die, 
Like  ^rass  they  ftdurbii  ;  breath 
iMast  them  in  everlasting  (Ici.tJi. 

5  Bin  I    :    '.  :  I  •   ions  p  t% 
When  grace  hath    veU  re.'h.'d    ..   heart, 
A:"i  fresh  su.ppiit:-  cJ, 
Like  hcl?  oil  to  cheer  my  hi 

6  Sir  ;-":) 

vex  my  eyes   -nci  ears  no  more: 
My  ii  .  i]  all  b<    i  lain. 

Nor  Satan  break  my  react-  -cain. 

7  Thenvsfcall  I  see,  '  low, 
A3!  I  desii'd,  or  wish'd  beiow  ; 

An<!  c  /'ry  pow'*  find  sv  eet  employ 
In  thw.1  elernal  world  pf joy^ 


HYMN  192.     Long  Metre. 

Christ  rrigfiing  in  h  fyn,  and  coming  to 
judgment, 

HE  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reign? 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  son^a  rejoice,  **"* 
Ana  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 


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2  Deep  are  his  counsels,  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  supports  his  throne  ; 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  jyays  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground, 

%  In  rohes  cf  judgment,  lo  he  comes, 
Sha';es  die  wide  earth  and  cleaved  the  tombs 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

3  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 
Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  oh  higH, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


HYMN  193.     Long  Metre. 

The  glory  c/Gvd  in  creation  a? d  providence. 

MY  souf,  thy  great  Creator  praise ; 
When  cloih'djin  his  ceie*  iai  ,    j  a  j 
lie  in  furl  majesty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  ;  ins  spread, 
Th'  unfathoroM  deep  he  makrs  \,\z  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  vvfkn  he  flies 

On  winged  storms  across  the  skies, 

3  Angels,  whom  his  ow  inspires* 
His  ministers  are  flaming  « 


246 


HYMNS    AND 


And  swift  as  thoughttheir  arraies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'tl  bind  shall  fot  ever  stand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Lest  it  siiould  drown  tiieAearth  againi 

5  When  earth  was  coverei  with  a  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  stood, 
He  thunder'dj  i  nd  the  ocean  (led, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound 
And  in  their  charnels  walk  their  round  ; 
Keheshing  streams,  by  secret  veins, 
Burst  from  the  hills  and  drench  the  plains* 

K  He  bids  the  chrystal  fountain  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go  ; 
There  gentle  herds,  their  thirst  allay, 
And  fo»*  the  strea.n  wild  asses  bray. 

3  Fronvpleasant  trees  which  shade  the  brink 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
There  songs  the  lark  and  linnet  raise, 
And  chide  our  silence  in  his  praise. 

HYMN  194.     Long*  Metre. 

Intemperance  fiunhhcd  and  pardoned  :  or, 
A  psalm  for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 

VAIN  man,  on  foolish  pleasures  bent, 
prepares  for  his  own  punishment ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  24f 

What  pains,  what  loathsome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  lust  arise  I 

2  The  drunkard  feeh  his  vitals  waste, 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  please  his  taste  ; 
•Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  lost, 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  dust. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loathes  to  eat, 
His  soul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppress'd, 
Would  yieid  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  sinners  fly 

To  God  for  help  wnh earnest  cry  !  [breath, 
He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their 
And  saves  them  from  appioaching    death. 

5  No  med'cines  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  so  easy,  <>r  so  suie  : 

TU  deadly  sentence  God  lepeals, 

He  sends  his  sov'ieign  word  and  heals. 

%"   O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodness  of  the  Lord  1 
And  let  their  thankful  pff'rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 


ttg  •    HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  J95.     Common  Metre. 
Tte  wisdom  of  Gsd  in  his  work'*. 

SONGS  of  inuiMrtal  praise  belong 
I  o  my  ai?T;i,-hry  God, 

He  husmvhe.K,  and  he  my  tongue, 
io  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2   How    great    the    works    his    hand    has 
How- g|?ttous>  our  sight!       [wrought 

Andmen  in  ev'ry  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

I  How  Fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ■ 
How  wise  the  eternal  Mind  I 

ml:''v'  vet"  change  the'sch^ne 

1  hat  his  first  thoughts  des-ign'd. 

4   WJ0n  he  redeemM  his  chosen  sons 

Me  fi  ;'o  i  i     « 

T-,  ••  -u.,ce 

ao  eadlesS  years  ^fulure. 

S, Nature  anytime,  and  earth  and  skici 

nly  shill  proclaim; 
V-  "'  do  to  make  us  wi=c, 

V  name  ! 

6  To  fear  -r.  to  trust  thy  grace 

ili? 
-'  ;  he's  the  ff&sest  of  our  race 
Thai,  best  obeys  thy  will. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  Uf 

HYMN  196,     Or.. ..-on   Metre. 
Thanks  for  jirivaie  deliverance, 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  bis  kindness  shewn  I 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode; 

My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2   A  irony;  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 

Mj  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 

My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

8  How  much  h  mercy  tby  delight, 

Tbou.eve'-  blessed  C  od  ! 
How  dear  '        *-      ants  in  thy     :...,Iu! 

How  precious  is  their  bidpd  i 

4  How  hi,  v  ■-.    all  thy  s-r-va:Us  are  I 
How  greai  thy  grace  to  me  2 

My  lire,  which  thou  h  ast  made  thy  care, 
Lordj  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine.,  for  ever  thine. 
Nor  shd:.         j  ti'post  move  ; 

Thy  hand  has  uas'd  my  bonds  off  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  tiiv  Iotc,  , 

6  Here,  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  tich  grace  record  ; 

Witness,  ye  saints,  who  heai  me  uow, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


250  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  19f.     Short  Metre. 

An  hasanna  Jor  the  Lord's  day  :  cr,  c  ?2i 
song  of  salvation  by  Christ. 

SEE  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereoa 

In  spite  of"  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest, 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  R.ock  sh«U  Z'.on  rest, 

As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

S  The  work,  O  Lord  is  thine, 
And  wond'ious  in  our  eyes  ; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 
That  our  redeemer  made ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 

Bless  him,  ye  saints,  he  comes  to  biing 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thine  holy  word, 
Which  all  this  ^race  displays 

And  offer  on  thine  alter,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  prai3*. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS    '         351 
ftYMN  198.    Cemraon  Metre. 
Breathing  after  holine**. 

O  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  me  way* 

To  keep  his  statutes  still  I 
O  that  my  God  wou.d  grant  my  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  will  i 

3  O  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit^ 

Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

#  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  design, 

Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

I  4  Order  my  footsleps.by  thy  word; 

And  make  my  hearT'sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 

But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

9  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far1  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 
Yet  since  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 

Restore  thy  wand'ring  9heep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands^ 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
#or  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands? 

Offend  agairjst  my  God* 


352  HYMNS   AN© 

HYMN   199.    P.  ttl 

God  cur  fire server. 

UPWARD   I  lift  mine  eyes, 

From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  Gcd  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  hature  rafadej 

God  is  the  towev- 
To  which  I  iv   ; 
His  gra.ee  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

3  My  feet  stiall  never  slide, 
And  Tail  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  ?;uide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Those  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep, 

When  dangers  rise. 

9  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  .,ir, 
Sh  il  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  253 

And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
"Till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  me  home. 

HYMN  200.    Common  Metre. 

Assistance  and  -victory  in  the  spiritual  war* 
fare. 

FOR  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  shield  ; 
He  sends  his  spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unites 
He  makes  my  soul  his  care. 

Instructs  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine, 
My  fainting  hope  shall  raise  ; 

He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine. 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise, 


HYMN  201.      Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  ,ntny  and  the  condescension  of 

God. 

LORD,  what  is  man.  poor  feeble  msn- 
Bern  of  the  earth  at  first  ? 


254  HYMNS  AND 

His  life  a  shadow,  light. and  vain, 
Still  hasting  to  the  dust. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  sinful  race, 

That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 
To  visit  him  wilk  grace  ! 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down 
Who  shakes  the  world  above, 

Why  terrors  wait  his  awful  fiown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 


HYMN  202.     P.  M. 
Praise  to  God  for  his  goodness  and  tru.... 

I'LL  praise  my  maker  with  my  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers, 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  bein£  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2   Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust; 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Theirbreath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power 
And  thoughts,  all  vanish  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  piomise  good. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  255 

3  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
Qn  Israel's  God  :  He  male  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train, 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor. 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain, 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
1  he  widow  and  the  fatherless, 
And  graitts  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  en^&ge  ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains; 

6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise   shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
W'y  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

HYMN  203.    Short  Metre. 
Uni-uersal  Praise* 

LET  ev'ry  creature  join 
To  praise  the  eternal  God; 


256  HYMNS  AND 

Ye  heav'nly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abioad. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  wLh  paler  rajs, 

Ye  starry  Jighis,  ye  twinkling  flame^ 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above, 
And  nVd  their  wondrous  frame  ; 

By  his  command  they  stand  or  move. 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours  when  ye  rise, 
Or  fail  in  show'rs,  or  snow  ; 

Ye  thunders,  murm'iing  round  the  skies.,. 
His  pow'r  and  glory  show. 

5  Wind,  haih  and  flaming  fire» 
Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 
His  honors  be  express d 

"But  saints,  that  taste  his  saving  love 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

HYMN  204.     P.   M. 

FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  i*  eontnjer'd  bv  iu\e  *? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS;  t& 

It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
1  h<u  nature  and  time  es*nt  remove 

It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost, 

It  ^rovvs  on  Emanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  has  cost* 

2   My  friends  are  indeed  to  me  dear, 

Our  hearts  are  united  in  lore; 
Where  Christ  is  we  soon  shall  appear* 

In,  yonder  blest  mansion  above: 
O  why  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again, 
Engraved  on  Fmanuel's  heart, 

At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5   And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  days, 

United  with  angels  above, 
No  longer  confin'd  to  our  clay, 

Overwhelm'd  in  the  ocean  of  love; 
O  then  with  our  Jesus  we'll  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see/ 
And  sing  Allelulia,  amen  j 

Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 


HYMN  205.     P.  M. 

HARK  !     brethren,   don't   you    hear  the 
sound, 
The  marshal  trumpet  now  as  blowing  y 


358  HYMNS  AND 

Men  in  orders  listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing; 
Bounties  cffer'd,  joy  and  peace 

To  every  soldier  this  is  given  ; 
When  from  toils  of  war  they  cease, 

A  mansion  bright  prepared  in  heaven. 

2  Those  who  long  in  sin  have  lain, 
And  felt  the  hand  of  dire  oppression, 

Are  all  rcliev'd  from  Satan's  chain, 

And  they  endow'd  with  large  possessions; 

The  poor,  the  sick,  the  blind,  the  lame. 
Their  maladies  are  also  healed  ; 

Out-law'd  rebels,  when  they  come, 
Receive  a  pardon  freely  sealed. 

3  The  battle  is  not  to  the  strong, 

The  burden's  on  our  captain's  shoulder ; 
None  so  aged,  or  so  young, 

But  may  enlist  and  be  a  soldier. 
Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly, 

Beneath  his  banner  find  protection  ; 
None  who  on  his  name  rely, 

Shall  be  redue'd  to  base  subjection. 

4  You  need  not  fear,  the  cause  is  good  ; 
Come,  who  will  to  the  crown  aspire  ? 

In  this  cause  the  martyrs  bled, 
Or  shouted  vict'ry  in  the  fire, 

In  this  cause  let's  follow  on, 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  pleasing  story 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  255 

How  by  faith  we  gained  the  crown, 
And  taught  our  way  to  life  and  glory. 

5  The  battle, brethren,  is  begun, 
Behold  the  armies  now  in  motion  ; 

Some  by  faith  beheld  the  crown, 

And  almost  grasp  their  future  portion 

Hark  !  the  victors  singifig  loud,  [jhig. 

Emanuel's   chariot   wheels    arc     rumb- 

Mourners  weeping  through  the  croud, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  down  is  tumbling, 

6  Hark  I  ye  rebels  come  and  list, 
The  officers  are  now  recruiting; 

Why  will  you  in  sin  persist, 

Or  spend  vour  time  in  vain  disputing  ? 
All  your  cavils  sure  are  vain  ; 

For  if  you  do  not  sue  for  favor, 
Down  you'll  sink  to  endless  pain, 

To  bear  the  wrath  of  God  forever. 


HYMN  206.     P.  M. 
The  Sfiir 'it  of  adoption.     Rom.  8.   15. 

THE  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Is  music  in  my  ears, 
In  Jesus  I  have  found 

Relief  from  all  my  fears; 
Darkness  to  light  does  now  p;ive  place, 
And  all  things  wear  another  face, 


ft»  HYMNS   \N1> 

2   Fo  God  I'm  reconcii'd, 

I  fear  no  dire  alarms  ; 
He  owns  me  for  a  chi.d, 

And  cla  ps  me  in  his  arms: 
&eliev*j|  from  doubts  smd  eveiy  sigh^ 
1  boldly  Abba,  father  cry. 

S    I'm  not  afraid  of  sin. 

Its  power  in  me  is  void  ; 
And  all  us  base  remain,* 

Shall  shortly  be  desrroy'd 
While  i  my  father's  face  behold, 
He  stamps  hi*  image  on  my  soul. 

«8  I  cannot  fear  the  1*w, 

Its  thunders  loud  may  roar; 

Since  I  am  sav'd  from  sin, 
It  can  demand  no  more  ; 

On  wings  of  love  I  mount  and  fly5 

And  father,  Abba,  father  cry. 

S  Death  too  has  lost  its  sting, 

And  wear;  a  comely  face, 
I  hope  to  shout  and  sing 

L\'o  in  his  cold  embrace; 
He'ii  close  my  eyes   and  stop  my  car% 
But  cannot  rouse  my  guilty  fears. 

€   Let  Satan  vent  hi*  spite* 
While  in  the  Lord  I  stand, 

He  CuO'l  mi'  Soul  aflfii'rht, 
dir  wrest  mciVom  hUhund; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3flt 

The  woman's  seed  shall  never  die, 
But  still  shall  Abba,  father  cry. 

7  When  through  the  flaming  sky 
I  see  the  j'td^e  descend, 

I'll  Abba,  father  cry, 

And  hail  him  as  my  friend  •, 
While  standing  in  the  gospel  light 
There's  nought  that  can  my  soui  Affright* 

8  Now  let  my  joyful  eyes 
Flow  down  in  grateful  tears> 

Since  free  adopting  grace 

Has  banish' d  all  my  fears; 
fhe  cross  ITi  bear  myself  deny, 
And  father  Abba,  father  cry. 

9  No  more  let  me  return 
Beneath  the  galling  yoke. 

Or  ever  wear  those  chains, 

Which  grace  divine  has  broke  ; 
Let  Abbd,  ftither  be  my  ciy, 
la  time  and  through  eternity. 


HYMN  207.    Long  Metre. 

As  M  s  s  lifted  up  the  re-fimt  in  the  tvit- 
d  >-ne*8.  mmust  the  Son  of  mu?i  be  lifted 
u/i>     John  iii.     14. 

WHEN  by  the  hery  serpent  stung, 
What  anguish  seized  both  oiu  aud  young; 


262  HYMNS    AND 

#No  sinner  then  so  vain  and  proud, 
But  would  for  mercy  cry  aloud. 

2  When  rack'd   with  pain  and   filW  with 
A  joyful  sound  salutes  their  ear,         [tear, 
"  Lift  up  your  eyes  and  here  behold. 
This  brazen  serpent  on  the  pole." 

3  The  prophet  gave  a  common  call, 
The  object  too  was  free  to  all  ; 
'Twas  rais'd  aloft  in  open  light, 

That  nothing  mighfobstruct  the  sight, 

4  Some  are  with  sudden  virtue  bless'd, 
How  s  .ift  they  fly  to  the  distressed, 
Raise  up  their  heads,  direct  the  face, 
And  point  their  linger  to  the  place. 

6  Such  strange  confusion  oft  takes  place. 
When  God  displays  his  mighty  grace. 
Yet  many  wonder  what  we  menu, 

And  hasten  from  the  noisy  scene. 

7  Law  curses  gives  the  killing  smart, 
For  when  they  strike  the  sinner's  heart, 
The  sins  that  in  his  bosom  lurk, 
Begin  like  poison  then  to  work. 

7   With  violence  now  he  draws  his  breath, 
As  in  the  very  jaws  of  death, 
Prostrate  he  rolls  upon  the  ground, 
And  Lord  have  mercy  ^  is  the  sound. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  26S 

S  On  wings  of  love  the  christians  fly, 
And  Look  to  Jesus  -is  their  cryf; 
The  virtue  flows — he  shouts  aloud, 
And  leaps  into  the  joyful  croud. 

9  Here  all  believers  feel  and  see 
The  love  of  Christ  so  rich  and  free : 
They  wender  at  the  unbelief 

Of  all  who  do  not  find  relief. 

10  Let  every  honest  loving  heart 
To  otners  act  the  faithful  part; 
Nor  ever  quit  the  house  of  pray'r, 
While  one  distressed  soul  is  there. 


HYMN  208.     Elevens. 

THE  Lord  is  the  fountain 
Of  goodness  and  love, 
Through  Eden  once  flowing 
In  streams  from  above, 
Refreshed  every  moment 
The  first  hmppy  pair, 
Till  sin  stopt  the  torrent 
And  brought  on  despair. 

2   O  wretched  condition  \ 
What  anguish  ^nd  pain  I 
They  thirst  for  the  fountain* 
But  cannot  obtain  : 


264  HYMNS  AND 

To  sins  bitter  waters 
They  fly  for  relief, 
They  drink,  but  the  draught 
Still  increases  their  grief. 

3  Glad  tidings,  glad  tidings  !— 
No  more  we  complain. 

Our  Jesus  has  open'd 
This  fountain  again  ; 
Now  mingled  with  mercy, 
EnrichM  with  free  grace, 
From  Zion  'tis  flowing 
To  all  the  lost  race. 

4  How  hyppy  the  prophet! 
How  pleasant  his  road  ! 
When  led  down  the  stream 
3?.y  the  angel  ofGod, 
Though  shallow  at  first, 
Yet  he  found  it  at  last, 

A  river  so  boundless 
It  could  not  be  })ast. 

5  Come  sinner,  poor  sinner, 
'Tis  boundless  and  free, 
You're  welcome,  take  freely» 
'Twas  open'd  for  thee; 
The  Spirit  invites  you, 

The  brffie  calls  you  too, 
Come,  call  all  your  neighbors. 
They're  welcome  with  you. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

S  Come  all  ye  dead  sinners, 
Here  life  you  will  find. 
Gome  all  ye  poor  beggars, 
The  halt  and  the  blind; 
This  water  has  virtue 
To  heal  all  complaints; 
Come  drink  ye  diseas'd 
And  rejoice  with  the  saintSc 

7  Say  not  "  I'm  a  sinner, 
And  must  not  partake," 
For  this  very  reason 
The  Lord  bids  you  take  ; 
Say  not  "  Too  unworthy, 
The  vilest  of  all," 

For  such,  not  the  righteous, 
The  Lord  came  to  call. 

8  Make  not  your  complaints 
An  excuse  to  delay, 

Let  not  your  transgressions 
Affright  you  away  ; 
The  worse  your  condition 
The  weicomer  here; 
Come,  come  on  dear  sinner, 
And  cast  away  fear. 

9  Come,  christians,  let's  venture 
Along  down  the  stream,"* 

The  shallows  are  pleasant, 
But  O,  let  us  swim  ; 
Let's  bathe  in  the  ocean 
Of  infinite  love, 


265  HYMNS  AND 

And  wash  and  be  pure 
As  the  angels  above. 

10  Too  long-  have  we  dreaded 

To  launch  the  great  deep, 

And  lov'd  near  the  threshold 

Of  Zion  to  keep  : 

But  Jesus  now  calls  us, 

Arise  let  us  go  ; 

O  glory  transporting, 

'Tis  heaven  below. 


HYMN  219.     P.  M. 

THE  gloomy  night  of  sadness, 
Begins  to  flee  awav, 
The  reddening  streaks  of  morning, 
Proclaim  the  rising  day ; 
That  welcome,  day  of  promise, 
When  Christ  shall  claim  his  right, 
And  on  the  world|of  darkness 
Pour  forth  a  flood  of  light. 

3-  Now  truth,  unveil'd,  is  shining, 
With  beams  of  sacred  light, 
The  mourning  pilgrims  wonder, 
And  le-\ve  the  paths  of  night: 
Their  glowing  hearts  in  rapture— 
And  filled  with  joy  divine, 
Burst  forth  in  shou'ing  glory, 
And  like  their  master  shine. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  26T 

3  Now  love  unites  the  children, 
And  tears  away  the  bars, 
They  lay  aside  their  weapons, 
And  cease  from  strife  and  wars ; 
All  with  united  voices, 

All  join  with  one  accord, 
Ascribing  free  salvation 
And  glory  to  the  Lord. 

4  The  beams  of  truth  revealed, 
Pervades  the  sinner's  heart, 
Aghast  they  fall  and  tremble, 
Aspierc'd  with  a  dart, 

Their  earnest  cries  for  mercy,. 
Sounds  through  the  parting  skies, 
Their  gracious  Saviour  hears  them. 
And  smiling  bids  them  rise. 

5  Now  Satan  roars  with  anguish, 
His  servants  quake  with  fear, 
His  boasted  kingdom  totters, 

Its  full  we  soon  shall  hear. 

Go  on  victorious  Saviour, 

Go  on  almighty  kin^, 

O  chain  the  woful  Dragon,  *  ' 

And  cause  tne  world  to  sing. 

6  Come  let's  begin  the  anthems, 
And  join  the  choir  above, 

To  praise  pur  blessed  Jesus, 
And  bless  the  God  we  love. 


3*3  HYMNS  AND 

All  glory,  calory,  glory, 
Salvation  to  our  God, 
Hosanna  to  r>ui'  Jes"r-, 
Who  wash'd  us  in  his  blood, 

7  The  courts  of  heav'n  are  ringing, 
With  ^oiigs  of  highest  stridns, 
And  ceaseless  praise  is  rolling, 
Along  the  flowery  p  ains  : 

O  could  we  rise  triumph  mt> 
Aug  join  vvirh  them  above, 
To  shout  and  sing  forever 
Free  grace  and  d)  ing  love. 

8  There  sits  my  smiling  Jesus, 
"With  light  and  glory  crown'd, 
There  gazing  hosts  adoring 

In  blazing  ciicies  round  ; 
Come  quickly,  come  Lord  Jesus, 
Come  quickly,  come,  Lord,  come. 
And  ta*e  our  longing  spirits 
To  their  eternal  home. 


HYMN    210.     Sevens. 

LORD  we  come  before  thee  fiuw, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain. 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

8   Lord,  on  thee  our  s^nls  depend^ 
In  companion  now  descend, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS  $s# 

^ill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  Iip»  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay; 
Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go, 

"1  ill  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 

Let  thy  sj.ii  it  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn; 
1  e<  the  time  ot  joy  return  r 

Those  who  are  cast  down  l*ft  up; 
JVlake  them  strong  in  faiUi  and  hope, 

6  Grant  thtit  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee,  a  gracious  God,  and  kinds 
Heal  the  sick,  the  Captive  free; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 


HYMN   2U.     P.  1VT. 

COME  away  to  the  skies, 

My  beloved  aiise, 
And  rejoice  in.ihe  day  thou  wast  bor» 

On  this  festival  day 

tome  exulting  away. 
And  vviJi  singing  to  Zion  return 


570  HYMNS  AND 

2  We  have  laid  un  our  love 
And  our  treasures  above, 

Tho'  our  bodies  continue  below; 
The  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
We  remember  his  word, 

And  with  singing  to  paradise  go. 

3  With  singing  we  praise 
The  original  grace, 

By  our  heavenly  Father  bestow'd  ; 
Our  being  receive 
From  his  bounty,  and  live 

To  the  honour  and  glory  of  God. 

4  For  thy  glory,  we  are 
Created  to  share. 

Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine; 
Created  again,         > 
That  our  souls  may  remain 

In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

5  With  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  th)  love, 

Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
So  united  in  heart, 
That  we  never  can  part, 

Till  we  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb, 

6  There,  there  at  his  feet, 
We  shall  joyfully  meet, 

And  be  parted  in  body  no  more, 


SPIRITUAL  BO 

We  shall  sinp-  to  our  lyre" 
With  the  heavt  :>iy   die  .; 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore; 

7  Hallelujah  we  si^g. 

To  our  father  and  &ir>g, 
And  his  rapturous  praises  leneat; 

To  the  Lomb  t$jat  was  sf&in, 

Hallelujah  again. 
Sing  ail  heaven,  and  tail  at  his  feet. 

8  In  assurance  of  hope, 
We  to  Jesus  look  up, 

*Till  his  banner  unfurled  in  the  air; 

From  our  graves  \ye  sh,il  see, 

And  cry  out  "  It  is  he^ 
And  fly  up   to  acknowledge  him  there* 

HYMN  212.      P.  M, 

COME  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
.With  vigor  arise,  [skies  : 

And  press  to  our  permanent    place  in  the 

2  Of  heavenly  birth, 
Tho*  wand'ring  on  earth 

This  is  not  our  p!  •«  ?,  ^confess; 

But  strangers  and  pilgriasis  ourselves  we 

3  At  Jesus's  call, 
We  give  up  our  all, 


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2r2  HYMNS  AND 

Jipd  at  1 11  we  forego, 
For  Jc^us'a  suke,  our  enjoyments  below: 

4  No  lomiin^  we  find, 
lor  thecountiy  behind; 
But  onward  we  move, 

And  still  we  are  seeking  a  country  above. 

5  A  country  of  joy 
Without  any  alloy, 

We  thither  repair,  [there: 

Our  heart   and  our    treasure  already   ara 

6  We  march  hand  in  hand 
To  Emanuel's  land  ; 

No  mutter  what  cheer 
We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near. 

7  The  Rougher  our  way* 
'J  In/  shorter  our  stay  : 

The  tempests  that  li'se  [skies. 

Shaji    gioii ously    hurry    our  souls  to   the 

S  The  fiercer  the  blast, 
The  sooner  'tis  past ; 
The  troubles  th<  t  come,  [home. 

Shall  come  to  our  rescue  and  hasttn    us 

HYMN  213.     Common  Metre. 

Celestial  frosfnets. 

SWEET  jrlores  rush  upon  mv  si  ;ht, 
And  charm  my  wonu'iing  eyes: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  srs 

The  regions  of  immortal  light, 
i  he  beauties  ot  the  skies  ! 

2  All  hail  1  ye  fair  celestial  shores  : 
Ye  lands  of  endless  day  I 

Swift  on  my  view  your  prospect  pours, 
And  drives  my  griefs  away. 

3  There's  a  delightful  clearness  now, 
My  ciou'ls  and  doubts  are  gone,  * 

Fled  is  my  former  darkness  too, 
My  tears  are  ail  withdrawn, 

4  Short  is  the  passage — short  the  space 
Between  my  home  and  me; 

There  !  there  behoid  the  radiant  place! 
How  near  the  mansions  be  ! 

5  Immortal  wonders!  boundless  things  I 
In  those  dear  worlds  appear  : 

Fiep^re  me,  Lord   to  stretch  my  wings, 
And  m  tho^e  glories  share. 

6  By  faith  I  feel  my  spirit  rise, 
My  heart  begins  t'  ascend  ; 

I  ii  stretch  and  .o^.r  above  the  skies, 
\\  here  raptures  never  end. 


HYMN  214.     Long  Metre. 

The  Gosfiel Jubilee.  Psalm,  lxxxix.   15* 

LOUD  let  the  ttinefii-  .trumpet  sound, 
-  And  spread  tHe  joyful  tidings  round; 


V 


274  HYMNS  AND 

Let  every  soul  with  transport  hear, 
And  hail  the  Lord's  accepted  year. 

2  Ye  debtors,  whom  he  gives  to  know, 
That  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  humble  at  his  feet  you  Call, 


Your  gracious  God  forgives  them  all. 


3  Slaves  that  have  borne  the  heavy  chain 
Of  sin  and  hell's-  tyrannic  reign, 

To  liberty  assert  your  claim, 

And  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  The  rich  inheritance  of  heaven, 
Your  joy,  your  boast,  is  freely  given  ; 
Fair  S^lem  your  arrival  waits, 
With  golden  streets  and  pearly  gates. 

5  Herbless'd  inhabitants  no  more 
Bondage  and  poverty  deplore  ; 

K<-  debt,  but  love  immensely  great, 
Their  joy  still  rises  with  their  debt. 

6  O  happy  souls  that  know  the  sound, 
Celestial  light  their  steps  surround, 
And  show  the  jubilee  begun, 

"Which  thro'  eternal  years  shall  run, 

HYMN  215.  .  Common   Metre. 
Prayer  for  missionaries. 

GREAT  God  the  narh^^f  the  earth 
Are  by  creation  thine  ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  S7* 

And  in  thy  works  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2   But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 

Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind. 

S  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
'Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  O  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 
Enjoy  the  heavenly  world, 

And  vassals  long  enslav'd,  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord. 

5  When  shall  th'  untutored  heathen  tribes, 
A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 

Sit  down  at  our  Emmanuel's  feet; 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace  ? 

6  Haste  sovereign  mercy,  and  transform 
Their  cruelty  to  love  ; 

Soften  the  tyger  to  a  lamb, 
The  vulture  to  a  dove! 

•7  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  thy  gospel's  rays. 
And  build  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne 

The  temples  of  thy  praise  I 


276  HYMNS  AND 

HYMN  2  16.     Common  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  a  revival  of  religion. 

HARK !  the  glad  sound,  on  earth  'tis  found, 

My  soul  delights  to  hear 
Of  dying  love  that's  from  above. 

To  drive  away  our  fear. 

2  God's  ministers,  like  flames  of  fire. 
Are  passing  thro*' the  land, 

Their  voice  is,  "  hear,  repent  and  fear, 
King  Jesus  is  at  hand." 

3  Young  converts  sing   and  praise  their 
And  bless  God's  hoiy  name  ;  [King, 

Whilst  older  saints  leave  their  complaints, 
ADd  joy  to  join  the  theme.       * 

4  Convinc'd  of  sin,  men  now  begin 
To  call  upon  the  Lord; 

Trembling  they  pray,  nnd  mourn  the  day 
In  which  they  scorn'd  his  word. 

5  God's  chariot  rolls,  and  frights  the  souls 
Of  those  who  hate  the  truth ; 

And  saints  in  pray'r,  cry  Lord,  draw  near, 
Have  mercy  on  our  youth. 

6  Pour  down  a  show'r  "of  thy  great  pow'r 
On  every  aching  heart; 

On  all  who  try,  and  humbly  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a  part. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  WY 

7  Come  lovely  youth,  obey  the  truth, 

Agree  with  one  accord  ; 
Acd  use  your  tongues,  while  you  are  young 

In  praises  to  the  Lord. 

S  Come,  sinners,  all,  hear  now  God's  call, 
Come  pray,  and  trust  his  word; 

Saints,    raise     your    songs,     with    joyful 
tongues. 
To  hail  th'  approaching  Lord. 


HYMN  2  17.     Common  Metre. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace, 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief, 

He  saw,  and  [O  amazing  love!] 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead* 

4  He  spoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  thus. 
And  brake  our  iron  chains ; 


3r«  HYMNS  AND 

Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls, 
From  everlasting  pains. 

3  In  vain  the  b.  ffled  prince  of  hell, 

His  cursed  projects  tries; 
We  that  were  doom'd  his  endless  slaves. 

Are  raised  above  the  skies. 

i  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

Their  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

7  Yes,  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord, 

Our  souls  are  all  on  flame ; 
Hosanna  round  the  spacious  earth, 

To  thy  adored  name  ? 

%    Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


HYMN  518.    Long  Metre. 

BE  still  my  heart!  these  anxious  cares, 
■  To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns  and  snares; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

3  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far. 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  t79 

How  canst  thou  want,  if  he  provide  ? 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

3  When  nVst  before  his  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit, 
He  gave  thee  warrant,  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r. 

4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befa!, 
Aud  he  refuse  to  hear  thv  call  ; 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  snail  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  Like  David,  thou  may'st  comfort  draw, 
Sav'd  from  the  bear*s  and  lion's  paw, 
Goiiah's  rage  I  may  defy, 

For  God,  my  Suvior  still  is  nigh. 

6  He,  who  has  help'd  me  hitherto, 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  thro' ; 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
^ew  Ebenezers  to  his  praise, 

7  Tho'  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home  apace  to  God  ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 


HYMN  219.  Common  Metre. 

REJOICE  believer  in  the  Lord, 
Who  makes  your  cause  his  own  ; 


•7 


280  HYMNS  AND 

The  hope  thst's  built  upon  his  word, 
Can  ne'er  be   a  .-.  nvn. 

2  Tho'  many  Foes  bes^t  your  re 
And  feci)  e  is  youi  arm  : 

Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  oi  hai    . 

3  Weak  as  you  are  you  shal]  not  •  int, 
Or,  fainting,  snail  not  die; 

Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint, 
Will  daily  strength  supply. 

4  Tho'  sometimes  unperceiv'd  by  sense 
To  faiu»  he's  always  r,e->xr, 

A  truide,  a  glory,  a  defence  ; 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear ; 

[5   Cleave  to  Vhe  Savior's  precious  name 

Your  confidence  hold  fast; 
And  surely  as  he  overcame, 

You'll  conquer  too  at  last.] 


HYMN  220.    Comruon  Metre. 

THE  king:  of  heav'n  his  table  spreads, 
And  dainties  crown  the  board, 

Not  paradise  with  all  its  jovs 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
And  endless  life  are  giv'n, 


SPIRITUAL  RONfiS.  281 

And  the  uch  blood,  that  Jesus  shed 
T  )  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

Z  Yc  .hungry  p»or,  thai  long  .have  stra}M 

in  &io's  dark  mazes  come  : 
Com*  from  the  lu-oges  and  highways, 

And  grace. shall  fi. id  you  loom. 

4  Millions  of  souls  in  gJ0,,y  now, 
Were  fed  ami  Ousted  heie  ; 

And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  bo.rd  appear. 

5  Yet  is  his  house,  and  heart  so  large) 
That  millions  more  uiay  con;e  ; 

Kor  could  the  vvicie  assembi'd  wond 
O'er  ml  the  spacious  room. 

6  All  things  are  ready  ;   come  away, 
Nor  weak  excuses  name  ; 

Croud  to  your  .jh.ces  at  the  feast, 
And  uisss  uie  founder's  name. 


HYMN  221.     P.   M. 

Sufireme  l-ve  to   Christ, 

MY  gracious  Rt  fleemer  I  love, 
His  praises  aloud  i'n  procLim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  **bove 
To  shout  ins  adorable  name. 


232  HYMNS  AND 

To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 
Shall  be  my  eternal. employ, 
And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 
-M ,   boundless  ineffable  joy. 

2    rie  freely  redeemed  with  his  blood' 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on    fre  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  it*  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell; 
To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 
With  saints  and  with  seraphs  To  sing, 
io  view,  with  eternal  deli  -  ht, 
My  Jesus,  my  Savior,  ana  King; 

^  My  glorious  Redeemer !  I  long 
To  see  thee  descend  on  the  cloiid, 
Amidst  the  bright  numberless  throngE 
And  mix  wuh  the  triumphing  croud: 
O  when  wilt  thou  bici  me  ascend, 
'lo  join  in  thy  praises  above, 
To  gaze  on  thee,  world  withput  end, 
And  least  on  thy  ravishing  tovei 

4  No  sorrow,  nor  sickness,  or  pain, 
r*o. sim  nor  temptation,  or  fear, 
Shah'  ever  molest  me  again, 
Perfection  oi  glory  reigns  there. 
This  soul  and  this  body  shall  shine 
In  robes  of  salvation  and   praise, 
And  banquet  on  pleasures  divine, 
VYneie  God  his  lull  beauty  displays 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  28: 

&   Soon,  soon  shall  my  spirit  exchange 
This  cell  of  corruptible  clay, 
For  mansions  celestial,  and  range 
Thro'  realms  of  intffVble  day  ! 
The  crown  that  my  Savior  bestows, 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  ; 
>Iy  ]oy  everlastingly  flo\vs, 
My  Godmv  redeemer  is  mine. 


HYMN  222.    Short  Metre. 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give; 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jesus  to  receive  ! 
Kay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more  ; 

1  sink  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  own  the  conqueror  1 

2  Though  late  I  all  forsake, 
My  friends,  my  all  resign  ; 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine  ! 
Come  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  sou?, 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love- 

3  My  one  desire  be  this, 
Thy  only  love  to  know  : 


284  HYMinS  AND 

To  seek  ard  taste  no  other  bliss, 

>o  other  good  below  ; 
M*  ii<e,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  ail  sufficient  «n, 
3Vly  hone,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 

Euctr  unci  keen  rny  heai  I.    , 


HYMN  2  23.     Common  Metre. 

Dr light  in  God. 

Q   LORD  I  do  deii.-ht  in  thee, 
Aiici  on  thy  Cuie   depend  ; 

1  o  'het;  in  every  trouble  fice, 

My  best,   my  oniy  liiend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dry'd, 
Thy  fililness  is  the  s«me; 

And  I  whh  this  am  suiisfv'd, 
And  glory  is  thy  name  1 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan^ 
Who  Li  a  fountiij'i  near, 

A  fountain  which  wj  1  ever  run 
vVilh  waters  sweet  and  clear? 

4  No  qood  in  cfeatures  can  be  found- 
But  may  be  found  in  thee  ; 

I  ii, uv  lu.v;j  cU  things^  and  abound, 
\V  iiite  God  i?  Gou  to  me. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  S8S 

■5  O  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith 

To  look  within  the  vail, 
To  credit  what  rtiy  Savior  saith, 

Whose  word  can  never  fail  ! 

6  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure 

;•!  here  ail  good  provide  ; 
While  Christ  is  rich  can  I  be  poor, 
His  own  beloved  biide  ! 

7  O  Loi  cl;  I  cast  my  care  en  thee, 

iumph  and  adore  ; 
>  rth  my  great  concern  shall  be 

To  love  and  please  thee  more. 


HYMN  224.     P.  M. 

An  experience. 

* 

c  that  labour, 
weight, 

1  pray  give  attention 
To  what  I  relate  : 

'  ■.:■  sinners 

>\v  I  am  'chief, 
.      j  my  Savior 
Id  relieu 

2  When  first  I  received 

dove, 
i  though;  I  should  always 


286  HYMNS  AN 

Abide  in  his  love ; 
The  fountain  of  mercy- 
Was  boundless  and  free, 
Just  soiling  the  case 
Of  a  sinner  like  me* 

3  The  plan  of  salvation 
Was  all  my  delight, 
My  vessel  ran  over 
By  day  and  by  night ; 
I  thought  the  whole  world 
Might  his  fuliress  receive* 
And  wonder'd  why  sinners 
Refus'd  to  believe. 

4  The  free  love  of  Christ 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 
5Till  some  did  persuade  me, 
My  views  were  all  wrong  ; 
Such  strong  consolation 
They  deewi'd  a  bad  mark, 
That  christians  were  safest 
When  most  in  the  d; 


5   And  more  than  all  this. 
That  the  doctrine  of  grace 
Did  only  extend 
To  a  part  of  cur  race: 
The  few  chosen  favorites, 
For  whom  Jesus  died, 
Must  grope  in  thick  darkness, 
To  hum  tie  their  pride. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  38* 


A  sinner  they  said, 
Sad  no  right  to  believe, 
Till  some  special  gift 
die  from  heaven  receive? 
^.nd  when  he  receiv'd  it 
To  doubt  and  repine, 
•Vere  needful  to  prove 
That  the  gift  was  divine. 

'  Can  this  be  religion, 
I  thought  with  a  sigh, 
3ut  surely  the  Levites 
inow  better  than  I ; 
Then  founded  my  faith 
3n  the  wisdom  of  raan, 
\nd  soon  was  induc'd 
To  embrace  the  whole  plan. 

Beneath  a  new  banner 

soon  did  appear, 
Vnd  foolishly  try'd 
To  get  others  to  fear: 
\lthough  living  christians 
3ad  once  been  my  choice^ 
.  now  was  unhappy 
To  hear  them  rejoice. 

The  spirit  was  grieved, 
Vnd  soon  did  withdraw— 
;  let  go  the  gospel, 
Vnd  turned  to  the  law; 
The  spirit  of  bondage 


28t  HYMNS  AND 

Soon  brought  me  to  doubt, 
And  under  this  bushel 
My  candle  went  out. 

10  My  former  task-master 
Resumed  his  throne, 

And  under  his  pressure 
I  often  did  groan  ; 
My  sin  which  had  once, 
By  the  gospel  been  slain, 
Were  br  ought  by  the  law 
Into  action  again. 

11  Against  my  corruptions 
I  daily  did  strive, 

But  no  peace  of  conscience 
I  thence  could  derive  ; 
I  labor' d  in  pain 
With  my  burden  of  grief, 
In  hopes  that  kind  death 
Would  soon  give  me  relief* 

12  The  sound  of  a  going 
At  length  I  did  hear, 
And  soon  was  convinced 
The  bridegroom  was  near  ; 
His  presence  awoke  me, 
But  O  how  distress'd  ! 

To  find  that  his  love 
Had  forsaken  my  breast. 

13  While  others  around  in» 
His  presence  did  feci, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS  S8d 

I  stood  like  the  son 
That  came  ir  to  the  field  ; 
The  servants  in  raptures 
Were  lifting  their  voice, 
I  v,    nted  a  kid 
With  my  friends  to  lejoice. 

14  While  sinners  were  pressing 
In  crouds  to  come  in, 

I  groan  rl  with  the  weight 
Of  my  Swelling  sin, 
I  felt  th  .t  my  soul 
Kd  gene  farther  astray, 
Than  sinners,  who  never 
Had  heard  of  the  way. 

-. 

15  I  found  that  my  legal 
Endeavors  were  in  vain, 
No  service  of  mine 
Could  his  favor  obtain, 
And  since  I  had  wilfully 
Chosen  to  dou-bt 

He  justly  had  suffered 
My  lamp  to  go  out. 

16  I  solemnly  promised 
If  grace  would  return, 

I  never  would  quench  it, 
But  still  let  it  burn; 
My  soul  should  forever 
Kcsign  to  his  will, 
And  follow  with  pleasure 
His  word  to  iulnl, 


390  HYMNS  AND 

17  This  humble  submission 
That  Jesus  should  reign, 
Soon  open'd  the  windows 
Of  Heaven  again; 

And  thought  for  his  sake 
I  be  counted  a  fool, 
I  know  that  my  heart 
Has  been  made  like  a  pool. 

18  My  own  private  interest 
5  cast  at  his  feet, 

And  his  salvation 

I  know  I'm  complete  ; 

Since  grace  upon  grace 

1  so  freely  receive, 

I'll  praise  hirn,  I'll  praise  hin% 
As  long  as  I  live. 

2  9   I  now  live  dependent, 
On  Jesus  my  head, 
And  out  of  his  fulness 

I  daily  am  fed, 
His  faithfulness  binds  me 
On  him  to  believe, 
I'll  give  him  the  glory 
Of  all  I  receive, 

20  And  now  you  have  heard 
The  contents  of  my  song, 
Can  such  a  dependence 
On  Jesus  be  wrong  ? 
If  scripture  does  plainly 
Affirm  it  is  right, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2$  1 


Lord  grant  you  may  instantly 
Come  to  the  light. 

21   At  once  be  persuaded 
To  give  up  your  strife, 
And  come  as  you  are 
To  the  author  of  life; 
Leap  into  the  fountain 
Of  infinite  love. 
And  shout  like 
The  glorified  spirits  above. 


HYMN  225.     P.M. 

ALMIGHTY  love !  inspire 
My  heart  with  pure  desire, 
"Until  the  sacred  fire 

My  soul  does  renew: 
I  love  the  blessed  Jesus, 
On  whom  all  heaven  gazes, 
And  symphony  increases 

Above  the  ethereal  blue* 

CHORUS. 

O  give  him  glory  ! 

0  give  him  glory  ! 
G  give  him  glory  I 

For  glory  is  his  own 

1  will  give  him  glory, 
I  will  give  him  glory. 


29: 


HYMNS  AN 


I  will  g'ire  him  glory, 

For  glory  is  his  own. 


2    My  tender  hearted  Jesus, 

rIny  love  my  soul  amaze?, 

y\  iio  c.nne  from  heaven  to  save  us, 

\\  Hen  lust  aiid  undone; 
No  angel  could  redeem  us, 
No  seraph  co'ilcl  retrieve  us, 
ISo  arm  could  relieve  us, 

Bnt  Jesus  alone. 

O  give  him  ^lory,  &c. 


3  In  him  I  have  believed, 
He  has  my  soul  retrieved, 
Pro) ■:     in  he  has  redeemed 

My  spirit,  lost'and  dead. 
And  now  I  love  my  Saviour, 
Tor  I  am  in  his  favor, 
And  hop;.1  with  him  forever 

The  streets  to  tread— - 

O  give  him  glory,  &c!"  - 


4  Yet  here  ? while  I  stay, 
In  hope  of  that  glad  day 

:    1  am  c.ii'd    • 

To  the  mansions  above  : 
The1,  e  u.  enjoy  .sure 

Of  unronfturoirttf  pleasure, 
And  shout  in  highest  measure. 

Hal  of  love. 

O  give  him  ^lory,  &s. 


.  :.-. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  S9« 

HYMN  225,     P.   M. 

COME  my  christian  friends  and  brethren* 

Bound  for  Canaan's  luppyland, 
Come,  unite  and  walk  together, 

0'  rist  our  leader  gives  command. 
Lay  aside  your  party  spirit, 

Wound  your  christian  friends  no  more* 
Ail  the  name  of  Christ  inherit, 

Zion's  peace  a^ain  restore. 

2  We'll  not  bind  our  brother's  conscience, 
This  to  God  alone  is  free, 

Nor  contend  with  one  another, 

But  in  Christ  united  be  ; 
Here's  the  tvord  tbe  ejrand  criterion  ; 

This  shall  all  our  doctrines  prove, 
Christ  the  centre  of  our  union, 

And  the  bond  is  christian  love. 

3  Here's  my  hand,  my  heart,  my  spirit, 
Now  in  fellowship  I  give, 

[Now  we'll  love  and  peace  inherit, 

Show  the  world  how  christians  live  ' 
We  are  one  in  Christ  our  Saviour, 

There  is  neither  bond  nor  free, 

hrist  is  all  in  all  forver, 

In  his  name  we  all  agree. 

I  Now  we'll  preach  and  pray  together, 
Praise,  give  thanks,  and  shout  and  sing, 


5§4  HYMftS  AND 

Now  we'll  strengthen  one  another, 
And  adore  our  heavenly  King  ; 

Now  we'll  join  in  sweet  communion 
Round  the  table  of  our  Lord  : 

Lord,  confirm  our  christian  union 
By  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word. 

5  Now  the  world  will  be  constrained 

To  believe  in  Christ  our  king, 
Thousands,  millions  be  converted, 

Round  the  earth  his  praises  ring: 
Blessed  day  !  O  joyful  hour  1 

Praise  the  Lord — his  name  we  bless, 
Send  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  with,  power  ! 

Till  the  werld  with  righteousness. 


HYMN  227.     P,  M* 

COME  children  of  Heaven, 
And  help  us  to  sing 
Loud  anthems  of  praises 
To  Jesus  our  king  : 
His  life  it  was  given, 
Our  souls  to  redeem, 
And  bring  us  to  glory, 
To  dwell  there  with  him. 

%  When  we  in  the  regions 
Of  daikr.ess  and  pain, 
Wc  all  lay  in  ruin, 
jn  misery  and  chains, 


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